Medly
By DayDreamer
Butterfky's and Katydids, Dreaming of the other kids. Splashing through the skies of old, Find clouds of silver n' gold. Pencil points and ink drop drips, Through my skin, the cythe blade rips. Blood trickles down my breast so warm, Taking on Luciferus form. Devil shouting, screaming curse, Spouting out another verse of Hell to be lived out in sin, Enticing vermon in the gin. Sweat is mixing with the rain, Other people shout in vain That they are dying with the slaves, but they don't notice violence paves a way to war and wat to die; While death rises towards the sky. Miracles and angle working, As oposed to bloodlike murking. Plague and famine gone to dust; Plane as dat, it seems they just Gave way to brotherhood and kin, But still they see my colored skin. Good or bad it doesn't matter. Live or die; prob'ly the latter.The part about the Colored skin may seem irrelivent, especially since I don't have colored skin, but I felt it deserved to be in there, ya know? No derogatory meant, btw. What do you think? Written October 24th, 2001 © on Oct 24 2001 07:42 AM PST, Brandon 0 • 10
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