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Heart to World, World to Heart
The world is peril , my world is in pain
The laughter is brought down with cries
Of folk ,talking and messing
Resulting to Writhing and biting of my insides
No longer can I live . Live with heads in disguise
Or hands faulted with wrong dealings
Snatching all the flowers with reds in their hearts gardens
Leave me barren like the world
This world is peril, my world is in pain
I am not a bot ,just driven to rot
My skin breathes, for one day it will not
How the world teases, candy that you cannot taste
leads us to how you can love to hate, hate to love
For the truth comes both sides , the good to bad
you are born to die ,but to live is experience
To cherish the world that is still corrupted
Disturbed by the seraphic rawness, unexplained
And incomplete from your vision ,like a delusion
Your heart is in a combusted compost
The world is peril, my world is a journey
My feet have blisters ,the world filled with feet kissers
Information gets old with haste while some use it to please us
For old brings experience ,views hidden in the rough
A heart beats enough to call a hearse ,or an ambulance
Enough to stride through without an after glance
A chance to feel the world dance with thrill
The world is peril , my world in arousal
The laughter is brought down with cries
Of folk ,talking and messing
Resulting to Writhing and biting of my insides
No longer can I live . Live with heads in disguise
Or hands faulted with wrong dealings
Snatching all the flowers with reds in their hearts gardens
Leave me barren like the world
This world is peril, my world is in pain
I am not a bot ,just driven to rot
My skin breathes, for one day it will not
How the world teases, candy that you cannot taste
leads us to how you can love to hate, hate to love
For the truth comes both sides , the good to bad
you are born to die ,but to live is experience
To cherish the world that is still corrupted
Disturbed by the seraphic rawness, unexplained
And incomplete from your vision ,like a delusion
Your heart is in a combusted compost
The world is peril, my world is a journey
My feet have blisters ,the world filled with feet kissers
Information gets old with haste while some use it to please us
For old brings experience ,views hidden in the rough
A heart beats enough to call a hearse ,or an ambulance
Enough to stride through without an after glance
A chance to feel the world dance with thrill
The world is peril , my world in arousal
Published 13th Jun 2020
| Edited 26th Aug 2020
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