Threw
Destroy
my anger with love
Kicked
like the peace dove
Invisible
scars from mind’s injuries from pain
Remember
the ugly mouths without kind brain
Primitives
with arrogant smiles
In truth,
scared minds within small lines
Mean
minds smell the aura of gentility
Moral
cowards, they strike that vulnerability
Strike
back through words or deed
Half
baked desire but no willingness to be their creed
Lash out
through condemning their world
Anger the
difference, justify through truth told
Immorality
through cowardice’s sanctuary
Demonstrating
your mind’s tragedy
That
sanctuary built where reason has no foundation
So easy
to view Man as nature’s error of fornication
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