We like to teach what we've never learnt
To say what we cannot do
To believe in fallacy
For we are the gifted hypocrites
We sit for days
With pen and paper
To give the world a change
An epiphany, to bring them together
But inside we're broken, or breakers
We abuse every piece of writing by us
We simply see our literature as childsplay
Not able to suit our matured visions
But then they call for us
As we recite for them
Wanting to feel what we say, sing and write
What if they knew we are dead?
Our verses make every human's dreams
But to us, words and sentences, pathetic
Just a way of getting that attention we crave
For inside us, dry meat and solid blood
Nothing to feel
mAx'
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