Bed of Lies
Freedom startles me
Since fear is encircled behind your beds of lies
Acclaimed messiah plays a game with you
Compelling you to be the pawn in your competition
Every drop of his utterances counts
As my blood bubbles
With no pale to be submerged into
Yet, I could bath with it.
No one is your saviour
They are just a pollution
Without no solution
And breaking limits
They say everything happens for a reason
Perhaps reason itself is a person.
©Dr.Millz
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