Speechless words of my hidden bounty,
for a word is a life of its own,
meaningless in abstract,
yet naught but what people make of it.
With the rise and fall of tempo words spring to life,
quivering and swimming through our minds and souls,
for the blind to this beauty I feel pity,
music is the life of the truely free.
Our minds rage with our hidden passions,
yet without passion so directed is sin,
chaos in chains, yet causes insanity,
loosing our minds as we smother profanity.
Yet the words of our lives which out fathers have died,
with the words of an angel we bottle out pride,
yet perfection is insanity for society free,
people forget that a little chaos is how it has to be.
Author notes
Truth. Thats it.
What do you honestly think?
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favorite line "people forget that a little chaos is how it has to be." oh yeah
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