Epilogue
There is anger inside
Fueled by shortsighted comrades
Fixed on chasing vanities
OMPF 1
Call me naïve, call me simple minded, call me whatever Spare me the words, meek thing of slick wannabe that lives to trick Leave the scars only for a time to burn them open once again Yet cry the innocent, the weak..anything that reeks sick Pray for us all, the proud, the damned and the unforgiven Save what’s left, save what’s been not yet spoiled Of sun burnt wings and bound deep wrecking pride
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