I can't sleep benith the tree's of wisdom
When your ax has cut the root's that feed them
Forked tounges in bitter mouths
Can drive a man to bleed from inside out
I know I cant hold this
Hate inside my mind
Because it consumes ones life
So I'll just ask a question
What if?
What if words become a crime?
~Alexandra robert~
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