The
trash
By: M. Rafely
By: M. Rafely
It
wasn`t the providence of mine,
nor
them, or the lore itself.
It
wasn`t the will of mine,
nor
them, or the lore itself.
Being
slaughtered barbarically,
Violated
by a men`s greed.
It was
great shameful things
That
human could do indeed.
As a
feathered being I crept high,
Tried to
seek a liberty.
But I`ve
chained by memories,
That
could break my sanity.
The dark
radiance that called justice
Betrayed
my soul, ignored this true will.
Used as
the tool for men`s greed.
Nor for
our sake or life`s bill.
Now,
None of their words I save.
It all
just a void, or a mash,
That
reform the truth, and now
I know,
The truth is just a trash.
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