If the cold strikes your heart
and you can no longer feel
Don't fear the distance
That the chilling feel reels
in the midst of the freezing
You can be sure itll hurt
But better to be cold
Then to meet flames to be burnt
Go on then
Argue semantics
Give into your institutions
And give me your merits
The world is cold
The sun is hot
And though these are truths
You're still taught their lies
The patience you feel
As the mosqutoes bite
Is as weak as the meek who will inherit the dump
Lest they stand up
Back to their knees
For they no longer have feet
Because to grow them
That's a lizard like feat.
From poems, to short stories, from rants to reviews, from shit to polish, this is the un-edited thought flowing blog so drink up, and be semi-entertained.
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