VexA Poem by Sinful ScribeA criticism of the modern world.What has happened to the world? The tyrant toad sits above all. finally the diamond train crashes. Absorbed the by big, abused by the small. Now it is the time for the prosecution. The paint brushes turn to guns, artists to soldiers. Now it is time for us to finally fight ourselves. Yet all I am doing now is drinking my hot folgers. © 2016 Sinful Scribe |
StatsAuthorSinful ScribeAboutI am now a demon to the world. The common enemy you all share. Not the source but the object of hate. Better than to know he is not there. The Universe is not so simple. In it's complex.. more..Writing
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