False Salvation
A road to Self destruction
I throw up your salvation ,
'Pure'? really corrupt;
A thousand knives at you
Could never be quite the throw,
You rape; Leave me for dead;
The warrior paint
Scandalous camouflage
Pitiful little stunt;
With Raging eyes
I take back the prize
you never could stand yourself
You are a deceiver
You never began to bleed me
I was never a believer
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2011
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