Mystical Madness of March
The madness of march just keeps raging on and laced with deceit,
It is an unfortunate state that the purity of the mystic just can not beat,
They weave their words of lies and deny the truth that is spoken,
Madness beats between their brows and leave behind many broken.
Copyright © Dawn Gordon | Year Posted 2011
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