Paper Chase - for Poetry or Death comp.

You control with your piousness  
Fingers holding down
those who are greater  
Than the small hands,
words you use
You compose, to hurt and destroy  
 
300 lives were taken  
Due to your jealousies  
About what made them  
Greater than you could ever be  
 
Even in death,  
Their words brought to life suddenly  
By your desire to hush  
 
Their inkwells deep with memories  
Eloquently transform on paper  
Cleaner than your hands,  
Will continue to run circles around  
Your indecency