blue myne Poems

People always has a mistake
in looking me for their own sake
they always hate me for what i am
they thought of me as afoolish and damned
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in every letter that i write
it's my emotions makng it bright
only the radical ones can feel
the magic that turns to real
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the safe places seems to run out
people in the world starts to doubt
they wonder if they must hide or be free
escaping from the danger of reality
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the throne of the beast will soon rise
from the core of this world coated by vise
as a judgement of lamb and goats
raging fire will occupy the space
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