Rhiannon
Bluelighter
Blend into the background of
The world surrounding me
All true angels grant your wish
So don't reserve your plea
Liars never seem to care
What falls down in their path
Until they find Destructiveness
And suffer from Her wrath
Courageness is useless for
It brings the world no good
But evil, rather, perseveres
This fact is understood
The good o'ercome the evil
We reap what we have sewn--
Unlike the Easter Bunny
I can't let Justice go
The wounded heart does not pump
To remove one from death
But, mangled, rather, perseveres
to damn to Hell with breath
The cry of the anemic--
A sight to mortal ears--
Beyond uplifted spirit's grasp
Sympathetic dead will hear
The tired's futile efforts
The brokenhearted's pleas
All are made for someone else
To fill another's needs
A plethora of angry waves
The rage is in one's clasp
But the concept of serenity
Is one that I can't grasp
Quiet ears cry not aloud
For solemn's what they are
But the Voice is always heard
Though tainted by a mar
Personal inequality
Breaks me and leaves me worn
Thus my desp'rate solitude
Subjects me to outer scorn
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The world surrounding me
All true angels grant your wish
So don't reserve your plea
Liars never seem to care
What falls down in their path
Until they find Destructiveness
And suffer from Her wrath
Courageness is useless for
It brings the world no good
But evil, rather, perseveres
This fact is understood
The good o'ercome the evil
We reap what we have sewn--
Unlike the Easter Bunny
I can't let Justice go
The wounded heart does not pump
To remove one from death
But, mangled, rather, perseveres
to damn to Hell with breath
The cry of the anemic--
A sight to mortal ears--
Beyond uplifted spirit's grasp
Sympathetic dead will hear
The tired's futile efforts
The brokenhearted's pleas
All are made for someone else
To fill another's needs
A plethora of angry waves
The rage is in one's clasp
But the concept of serenity
Is one that I can't grasp
Quiet ears cry not aloud
For solemn's what they are
But the Voice is always heard
Though tainted by a mar
Personal inequality
Breaks me and leaves me worn
Thus my desp'rate solitude
Subjects me to outer scorn
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