Repeat the same old nonsense.
In your ears, oh angel, two little devil dance.
Led myself to believe that you're purified.
But so much for a chosen
Yet you remain nothing higher than your enemy
Arrogantcy that haste way into foolishness
Look around, the rose turned to spikes
Thus it leave nothing behind
Granted power doesn't make you fair
Exist now and live the folly
See to it that no one returned
When cry breaks in the dark
and pain strikes in the loneliness
No one here in hand
Dumped and guilty
In havoc vast wasteland of barren land
To your surprise, we bring the equal game
Brought to the dust the rule was
Whispered by the wind, buried by shadow
Those who've stepped way far from common sense
Words by Elghafiky Bimardhika
Courtesy of : A Stranger's Note
Warm regard,
Elghafiky Bimardhika
Elghafiky Bimardhika
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