Ace Of Black Hearts
The Way It's Phrased - Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
With a dull dagger I stab at the inequality within the system.
Fair is fair.
Oh how it goes right in to despair.
A lack of standardization or any kind of relevant organization.
Humanity in the mist of a major castration.
Supreme being of elevation.
To rise, to fall.
With words of broken dreams, and broken promises were in a constant stall.
Why is it we continue hesitate?
Accomplishment of the greats.
An aptitude to adequately debate that if this has been nothing but century probate.
And when pendulum falls who is it you will call on?
Makeshift demon of distractions.
No real interactions.
Puppets upon puppets with a pluck of single string.
Swayed emotions under the guise of promotions.
But no truths can be held in the illusions of the past.
A narrative in which were all suppose to fit.
No matter positions of frequent habits.
A contractional reactional sensationalism.
It is very important but we won't get into it.
A lack of any real substance.
Only a pitch, and another play as entertainment.
The cheers get less and less.
An amusement park is losing more business every day.
Why because all the rides are the same.
Just phrased in a different way.
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