Oh... sorry, this was supposed to be a positive message...
I can't see very good through all these dark clouds,
veils of lies,
all being exhaled
by the faceless (shadows),
and sewn together
(because hand made is always better)
by pointed tongued succubi and incubi,
But for a moment I did see a tiny bit of light poke through, so small,
but I saw it.
But, none for me...
I chose the dark a long, long time ago... It was safer there.
If I was going to always be running into demons
I figured I had better-become friends with them.
Eventually, they became better friends than the so-called "Angels".
(Right, Left, Up, Down)
Two-faced hypocrites with all their lies of "Unconditional Love". Blegh...
I think they need to go read what unconditional means...
I've only known conditional...
From girlfriends to friends, to family.
Slip off the path (their path) and get written off just as quickly.
Nope, no second chances, pretty much no chances at all.
One time, that's all you get.
Now, go... Don't make any mistakes, and don't stress about it.
Copyright © Onyx Perth | Year Posted 2021
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