Denial Poem by Unic Cjonr

Live to die as blue rains without a bow in the sky - Why is the war hero the one, to slave a grill for you, gunless to a bullet which are made to kill, by your silver spilled spoons you are, the useless, that bakes my fries - Many mouths are left to be hungered, by your count to one, your own which you quite by the fill of scream, just because you are a fake, aswell, in your dreams - Sell your soul to the digital demons, the cast to your stone is a broken tomb, cracked inside the grave where your bones refuse to break, rot in the narrow which coffined the nails to your rusted marrow - Raiders of the dead will be by your side, to bash out the diamonds which you stuck to your teeth, you tried to hide but what you lost at birth, was the human pride, now is not the time to wolf a cry - Demons are real, unlike to your believes, when you die your prayers for mercy will be named, Denial.