k.i.a



			



			useless passion discards

			endless bitter conceit..

			this will hurt for a while

			satire keeps me alive

			I wihsper oats to myself

			I whisper oats to myself

			I'd like to cleance you away..

			vengeance are deeply drained in siege

			undone hope is what u need to need

			I'd like to cleance impureness away

			unharmed but dead can u forgive yourself...



			ironicly when needed

			pull the shelf till it falls

			satire keeps me advanced

			emotaion falls...

			whisper oats to myself

			whisper youth makes no sense

			I'd like it to cleance it away...



			as the sun circle the wrong way

			covered by the moon

			as the stars escape them

			weather changes mood

			if I'm not soon outraged

			you cannot be saved

			I'm bavk where I began

			away from what I became...











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