Tis a poem I wrote 4th Period today. Read/Comment! And enjoy!
Cursed Martyrs of Truth
Good and Evil.
What’s the difference?
In this world of masked beings,
Tell me O great rose of malice.
What does it mean to be human?
To have a complete and enthralling existence,
If we actually do exist,
Maybe we are just some game for blind beings
Or just a pure accident that was never meant to be.
Rose of Hatred, what does this mean to you?
A rose, hidden behind that glorious mask of solitude,
A mask with eyeholes to truth.
You say we are hear to be martyrs of peace,
To be mere sacrifices for the future children,
Yet I cannot accept this matter as reality.
We are
Just because we are.
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