Ace Of Black Hearts Poems

When the prophet dies, does the future he predicted die with him?
Or live on through our finger and tongues.
A choice made, how do we do we really know if it was mistake with no guidance.
A leaderless fortune.
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Drifting off into the plains of the forgotten.
The ghost of never mind.
Doing in, and a return in kind.
A stench so rotten.
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Do you hear me yet.
Such a simpleton.
Such a quaint ugly little man.
Dropping names out of the darkness.
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Chaos spins.
The twirl becomes these mad twins.
Both full of hate.
Both full of rage.
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I keep telling you I'm not a parasite.
Why won't you listen?
Is it not a reasonable exhibition?
In a moment, in flash before your very own eyes.
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A simple poison will never do.
In this world in we are here to destroy.
Each and every dying moment.
It is the only way and case in which we survive.
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A mismanagement of that which should be insight.
A demand in hindsight.
Opportunities are both given and taken.
Without regret, without remorse.
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There is the sinner and the saint.
Oh the battle between the angels and insects.
The grey matter is all that left.
Absurdities of all kinds.
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Just grab a gun.
Oh it's all in fun

Just grab a gun.
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The damage has already been done.
What else can you do?
An instrument in the head.
Go ahead and drill straight through.
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