The Trash

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The trash
By: M. Rafely

It wasn`t the providence of mine,
nor them, or the lore itself.
It wasn`t the will of mine,
nor them, or the lore itself.

Being slaughtered barbarically,
Violated by a men`s greed.
It was great shameful things
That human could do indeed.

As a feathered being I crept high,
Tried to seek a liberty.
But I`ve chained by memories,
That could break my sanity.

The dark radiance that called justice
Betrayed my soul, ignored this true will.
Used as the tool for men`s greed.
Nor for our sake or life`s bill.

Now, None of their words I save.
It all just a void, or a mash,
That reform the truth, and now

I know, The truth is just a trash.

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