TraditionsA Poem by Cahjli SymesJajaja.
Got a magic bullet
inside our heads. If you talk too much they'll poison you dead. They've scan our thoughts and read our moves. While the world's busy burning with broken glass on the moon. These broken shards are what's left behind, from the authority who wants us all to die. So lets worship words and leave the poor to die. Cause the hypocrisy of authority has left us blind. © 2016 Cahjli Symes |
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Added on May 28, 2016 Last Updated on June 16, 2016 AuthorCahjli SymesCloud City, FLAboutHi my name is Cahjli and I write poems,screenplays and lyrics. Hope you enjoy :D more..Writing
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