Lord Of Bias Poem by Lucas Gabriel De Oliveira Almeida
Lord Of Bias
Through streets of grey
Walk souls made of clay
The Lord claims them all
Mere prizes on his wall
The depravity of men
So many deaths in vain
No longer can we stand
While he rules this land
The future is made of glass
It all depends on your class
If you`re chosen, you`re safe and sound
If not, better under the ground
The Lord of Bias goes there
Wonder if there`s anyone he`ll spare
Is it luck, nature`s choice?
Or is it because you have no voice?
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5/4/2024 3:16:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What a poetic line! Is it luck, nature`s choice? Or is it because you have no voice? Thanks for sharing here.
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