Friday, February 6, 2015

Bandwagon

The depths of my soul are sublime
Not many exist who can climb
They act like shadows commit the crimes
Of those tarnished by mankind.

Their opinions, they change on a dime
Blinded by their own eyes
Each one of them, a mime
Covered in their makeup slime.

In every rally, they chime
Secretly covered in their own grime
Still I defend, still I'm
In the dark of me, frozen in time.

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