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If you don't know the kind of person I am
and I don't know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.
a girl who keeps slipping off,
arms limp as old carrots,
into the hypnotist's trance,
I fled Him down the nights and down the days
I fled Him down the arches of the years
I fled Him down the labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind, and in the midst of tears
Somewhere, sometime, you were Wounded
Maybe as early as infancy when you were denied
All the essentials of the bonding experience
Perhaps the wounds were inflicted
Dusk chasing the lazy dawn
Sounds of angry skies deafening
Lightning, like a giant snapshot
Blinding your eyes to madness
Bang! Bang! And the head splits open
Like a work of Art
Mushroom pie painted in red
Human form has transformed into mincemeats
Myth has it that the riches of the rich are good for all the people
And such a fable has got so many performances that it’s easy
To be swayed into thinking that it’s just the truth.
But when I see the eyes of the poor, aloof in their bare poverty,
Do you give yourself to me utterly,
Body and no-body, flesh and no-flesh
So this is it….
I finally found out the truth
Never expected it from you! ! !
I thought you were my friend….
War is no longer declared,
only continued. The monstrous
has become everyday. The hero
Vengeful Heaven, where is your wrath?
now my land is overcome, prostrate,
and in beloved Albania’s infinite skies,
lately the flag of evil flies.
She taught me what her uncle once taught her:
How easily the biggest coal block split
If you got the grain and the hammer angled right.
Who was the villain
When it all began
Some fair-haired stranger
From a faraway land
Good day to thee my worthless friend, I see you've shown your full intent
While others rally to defend, no one knows where you went
Hello to thee my part time chum, I see you fled the dragons lair
While former friends die one by one, they turn for help but you're not there
If you knew who I was now
When I knew who you were then
Would you forgive me before
We ever became them?
Eyes Invisible watching,
Spirit Supreme groaning...
Heart Almighty mourning...
While supporters of unborn murder
I don’t know why I like to talk with you
In your language
Why I can’t withdraw my fingers from the keys
Till I finished the page;
Galileo, the clergy maintained,
was a pernicious and stubborn man.
Into her lying down head
His enemies entered bed,
MANHATTAN'S streets I saunter'd, pondering,
On time, space, reality--on such as these, and abreast with them,
Wednesday,26th January 2022
They come flooding to be noticed and the be found, to smile and be proud, I want to be someone, I want to be something to be myself with no jealousy of wanting to be someone else or of others, to find a life to live and prosper from, betrayal will not shake my fathom hope to be somebody to someone and have something with a faith in living to a fault, never falling, never falling in trying, rather to succeed what I have and what I want and need, for somebody to see me for me as if being free, somebody to hug and hold and to grow old, nice and never mean, I want to be seen with someone I love, in the end just somebody to be there with something.
I am the great, no one is better than I, I'm greater than any guy, the great I am at everything, everywhere I go people always know, the great known to all, bribing to the top, all he wanted was to repeat the past, they say you can't bet a man with skins can, he planned and got connections all for her, his silence girl, anger that jealous he likes to be well sophisticated to the masses, her lover a cheater of cheap dimes who treats her nothing right, the green list was his tragedy and passion as well, if only to grasp her tightly, love was more than just lust, it was his flaw, personal love, never to like another, many things he saw put through war of all kinds, remembering what can't be forgotten, her betrayal and forgave as she's a fool to be noble, her family personal are my friend, he knew to the only one to her called knowing who was worth them all, better than the rest, I am the great, no one was better than I, except one, my friends who was always there as he more left.
I realize its drawing near the end, it wasn't my way nor a sweet scene, it was the way I ended, never learning from what others said, the light in what some consider our darkness, I felt sadness mixed in like when you have a broken heart, mine was a broken life, stuck between the sides with a soft heart, it works with a good help and affected in the side betrayal, whos wrong or right? Write it down they said, all I see are faded lines long lost for now, a phone call away, judged by a different caller or maybe a different tale, make no night wasted or a day go by sober, so boring that way, you believe that? Much, they say much higher, emotions and all, back already, find the dirt and become clean, blank thoughts litter wasted potential, not fragile, such in good conscience or conduct, sweet sceneries last more in the productive mind forever.
On July 12, Guo Wengui boasted and sighed in a live broadcast that he was 'a hero who is constantly betrayed'. A hero has a compassionate heart and aspirations for the world, but Guo Wengui's lust for profit and his inability to enjoy his life together is not a hero. Since the fall of Qu Long, Guo Wengui has not had a real friend from the beginning to the end, the profit is gathered, the profit is scattered. So, constantly encounter betrayal of Guo Wengui, will also be in Sara, Luther, Yan Limeng after, is destined to encounter a wave of betrayal again. What is a hero, why is constantly betrayed, deception brother knowingly. The warriors, ready to leave the field, remember to get off.
A betrayal how most foul
A false love discovered
How foul it is indeed
A fake who pretended
Out of deep sorrow for the loss of my muse
The machine stops to recapture its stasis
Stolen by the unrequited idea of this mirage,
The scarlet tic toc craves pristine amuse
Seems like he was a kept man for time awhile
in the heat of a gender love lust role reversal
then he complains about an inevitable betrayal
seems love as lust is fickle swiftly goes stale?
betrayal ain't gift - pored present:
sassy seal soiled strength, leering lent
callous content, cussed confetti,
felon fosters, la-de-da wills
So Many Mysterious Causes Of Betrayal
Lovers hesitate to tell why they aren't loyal.
Let me gather courage to disclose layer by layer
To sustain life, lovers need to follow rules of player
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