I'm here to spread malice with my pen
let blood shed with these sentences.
for emotions are left hidden,
for these paragraphs are not the dove
spreading peace an love.
neither of words of hate an dismay
just independent raw thinking.
the essence of knowledge vast,
space seem infinite to this simile
comforted falsely too this reality.
ridiculed speaking metaphorically
like a king to his people subjectively,
this fountain pen shows no mercy
paragraphs seem like a bed time nursery,
yet they can cause the ultimate pain.
whispering on the hyperbolic winds
across the plains of the astrological beginnings.
for the price of the one eternity begs lazily.
the freedom of choice twisted yet corrupt
no voice is given to the ones chosen.
deserted like a child to the wild,
abandoned in this social wasteland.
myths of unjustly philosophies,
bear no fruit to fragile yet innocent ears.
for humbly upon this selfish request,
to hear the beginning once again.
I'm here to spread malice with my pen
©alafat
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