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Her Smirks

September 12, 2020


I still remember the smile in her voice 
I can recall her twisted tone 
Her jibes and teases, corrupt ploys 
A moral path of cobblestone
When she said the breaking thing 
The straw with I the camel 
She only intended on following 
Those to whom I don't hold a candle 
She believed herself righteous
That was in the wrong 
And as she want to guide us 
We have to follow along 
I still remember how she paused 
The longest silence still 
And for her hate - others applaud 
And my confidence she kill 
If I must show respect and grace 
For this religion she bears 
How come she smirks at my person's face? 
That I do hold so dear 
How come she smiles while calling me? 
The words of hatred past 
And still she jibes, lest I be free 
So this "religion" lasts 
If these she claims "are just beliefs" 
Then I do earn some to 
And breath a sigh of deep relief 
When I don't follow you 
For these she calls me 
Are more than that 
If this a religion be 
Then I have the right to combat 
And as she claim she doesn't like it 
Then how come she thinks I can't detest?
With candles of ancient times still lit 
How come I can't protest? 
So we'll call hatred just that 
And now I will not stand 
She won't be the groups only brass hat 
To stop this have I planned


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  • September 12, 2020 - 10:16pm (Now Viewing)

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