Cursed PeaceA Poem by Sanctuary DementiaBought and sold for our personal prices Shot down for others supposed perfect cause Watching this “war” that is continuing on Dr. Anger fighting proclaiming to have the cure Semi kind words spun around until only hatred remains Spelling out velvet tones over a bed of burning coals But I have no love for the hatred in this power mad town Yet there comes a line that was drawn that not even I can deny Private messages sent about the exhaustion of this insanity Labeling that the time is ready for there to come radical changes Growing fear at what the results of the monotony will be So Im taking a chance on the vision that is about due Once upon a land dead I trusted others to tell the truth Yet as Im looking around theres crooks everywhere I look! Tired of all the bullshit the haters keep feeding to us all Shady preachers begging for attention perpetuating it on Various accounts sending out orders in yet another con One preaching peace, another preaching continued violence Hypocrisy at its best, its exhausting turning in these figure eights Yet its all in the popular list now, always haunting my screen Ignoring the lists for days, reading only those under the watch But seclusion from everything else keeps from discovering new talent And everyone has their million dollar story to tell; open your eyes I guess when we thought it was over so long ago, it never really did end And we’ve got haters using others just for their own plan I suppose its been forgotten how it is that people are pushed to die Can you hear the calling for there to come a change? Come on Dr. you gotta push the needle on through the straightjacket! Label the insanity in hate filled tones as you will, a rock feels no pain “You’ve come to see the doctor, Ill take away the questions, make you sure” Hitwoman for the defenseless, Ill watch the dragons forevermore burn Got my regrets, and my goals, and now there’s so much to do Out to put an end to the flaming, do you have something to lose by stopping? Don’t like the way this story is unfolding? Take a number. Welcome to the nightmare, you can end it by of peace you sign Betrayal of a pact, attacking those who write to survive Big bad wolf feeling so bold at the hatred floating around Stalkers following pages, this side refusing to look at the enemies Pain enfolds more so then, at the end of the day we find there’s no point Downrating? Really why do some seem to feel that rating has a point? Messages inside of the poetry important and not any fame Why do you want to make those on this website bleed? This insanity needs to end, those with any sense know the truth © 2011 Sanctuary DementiaAuthor's Note
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Added on April 19, 2011 Last Updated on April 19, 2011 AuthorSanctuary DementiaNMAboutMisery is one of my nicknames, it at one point all that I was for both myself, as well as for those around me. I was vile, I was cruel, and I do stil retain the ability to be as such, but Ive learned .. more..Writing
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