A Baldness Left Inside

Kept by their judment to others 
They seek nothing but treasures 
Reaching ahead to aspect gods 
Believing their fortitude earnings 
They give a life worth living 
Building a dream worth suiting 
And on their way up to startem 
They parted their ways, till the dawn of days 
A judment day; post partum 
Because years after their torture 
Of a life still unworthy by "brothers" 
The popular kids took ill and fade 
A war through jaded bars 
While their freedom, lost and taken 
Still remains unplated 
They know the truth of breathing 
That they were the unkind and unrulling 
For their choices of living 
Became the choice of reason 
That we were the best things ever kept

by lonedevil on 6 Nov 2005 at 18:54

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