Stirred emotion
Raw and clean
The pain I feel
When its set free.
My head aches strong
My body weak
A mindless thought
Its here for weeks.
Ting. Tang.
The bells are ringing
Hark.
Are those really angels singing?
Or is it
my imagination.
Created from
a mans wrong nation.
This raw emotion
Void of thought
Has set my mind
Its now distraught.
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Ting. Tang.
The bells are ringing
Hark.
Are those really angels singing?
I like that part.
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