Poisonpunk3
Hypocrisy is man's best weapon and worst foe.
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Romantic night and a full moon,
the stars will light not late, just soon
the nightingale whispers it's notes
the winged liven show their throats.
Each step taken closer, closer
the beton illuminated
chandelier's over the poor
they swing and swing
it's unintended.
The lamps are lit by candle,
forth and back cold wind, it roams
Like a child in the cradle
Joining the abyss it vows.
Tricolon the shadow,
seems the stars hang from a bar
stripes of light, they hug the meadow
Plain and old and wrinkled trottoire.
-Poisonpunk3
the stars will light not late, just soon
the nightingale whispers it's notes
the winged liven show their throats.
Each step taken closer, closer
the beton illuminated
chandelier's over the poor
they swing and swing
it's unintended.
The lamps are lit by candle,
forth and back cold wind, it roams
Like a child in the cradle
Joining the abyss it vows.
Tricolon the shadow,
seems the stars hang from a bar
stripes of light, they hug the meadow
Plain and old and wrinkled trottoire.
-Poisonpunk3
