Insolent
insolent words of immature youths race across sheilded lines... avenues of hope and shadows fade falling victum to spite's sweet poision. Friendship fades with simple words, Mistooken identities and half truths. The dangerous games played in the darkness of that plane... Shall set them up once more to be bitten by the fangs of stupidity. Was it stupid for one to fight for what they believed? Was one stupid to escape without heart being bashed and bantered? And is it so stupid for one to narrow their eyes Was their hands And be done with it? Written March 4th, 2002 © on Mar 04 2002 06:18 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"insolent words of immature youths race across sheilded lines......"