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Rated: E · Poetry · Opinion · #2217486
To far, far left.
You killed your soul, so long ago
And decency right after that
You've been driven by your ego
Faking smiles to collect hate.

You think you’ve got your holy grail
So white, so clean, untouched by dirt
Who you kidding with fairy tale?
Can’t please both worlds and still on Earth.

Will you be one? Will become one?
You, plastic men, nature’s asking
Will you offer your plastic heart?
To be cut off by Holly king?

You’ve chosen the ugly stuff
With fancy names, which might vary
You left classic, beauty and life
To be modern, contemporary.

You are dirty, blind, unholy
You lack the shame your fathers had.
Even if death hugs my body
I’ll never blame that times were bad.
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