Sheer the wound open in your soul, wrap its bounds and collect the memories of the ill fated to redeem to sound of your sweet name.
But only does this time strike down the insolence of men.
To show upon the sky and turn your head to cry, but white lies find themselves looking into a mirror of the past.
The mistakes cast upon the ones who lift their heads high yet their hands are trembling in their wake.
Do you see the sound that I make, for one to scream upon a fist of mercy.
Call it out, torn apart without a emergence, a cognative understanding will burn in your own flesh.
Did we get this far just to feel your hate?
This doesn't relate to anything going on my life, actually everything is amazing right now. The point of this excerpt was to test my "spur of the moments". This writing took about 2 minutes and probably doesn't make sense, its only attaching catchy words together collected from poems, and the structure collected from articles, books, stories. If anyone has a heart, anyone can be a writer.
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