Breath this Paid for Line
Breath this paid for line
Make me see your imagined path As this road is drawn by writers quill Fabricated belief is propogandas’ birth Oh, how you feel my countrys’ ache A crowd at a time Tell us plans of future times Knowing full well, what is the chance Proclaim your love and show ill will For such fortitude as needed for my earth Is beyond your reach to take And this indeed, is crime Fail me, as you will I am but one, amongst this mass But in the end all will fail If yours is set to pass |
I especially like the last stanza. This kind of reminds me of a rock song. Dunno what you were going for but thats what came to mind. Good work man.
Asta!! |
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