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White roses
lay on a grave,
decaying like the body inside.
And the angels
and the demons
stand aside and wait.
There is a moment
of nothing but pure truth
for you to show your true colors.
Black roses
wilt in the weather,
bending over like you do for him.
And the police
and the criminals
stand aside and wait.
There is a moment
of nothing but pure anger
for you to show your true colors.
Red lipstick
stains on the picture
incriminating like the blood on your shoes.
And the victims
and the abusers
stand aside and wait.
There is a moment
of nothing but pure justice
for you to show your true colors.
Justice
waits in the court,
dying, just like your heart.
And your soul
and your anger
stand aside and wait.
There is a moment
of nothing but pure silence
for you to show your true colors.
White roses
lay on a grave,
decaying just like your corpse inside.
- by Azrael Esdras |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/28/2013 |
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- The Yapping Maw of Chaos - 11/29/2013
- Well there's some things need improving but screw it it's better than most s**t posted here anyway. 5/5.
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