Mind System Poem by Bells Bear

Mind System



The tear of shame,
we hide so well.
The false of fame,
we're all in hell.
Who you love most,
a brand new bell.
Troubeling ghost,
to make you yell.
Twisted mind
you'll never tell.
Sanity to find
a love spell.
The false of fame,
we're all in hell.
The tear of shame,
we hide so well.

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