Indeed
You are quite the flame thrower,
Now dodge my bullets.
I warn thee creator of destruction.
A blazed with glory in your hopes and exceptions.
The burgundy walls that surround your organs,
Underlie the games that support your mourning.
Brutality ceased to be your friend,
But it will follow me until the end.
I tell you know;
‘Correct yourself’.
Stand up straight with a rose pinned into your skin.
Smile and nod but don’t turn around.
The ground won’t hold,
For you have been told;
Find your talisman and run.
Move your legs and fear the words that are spat in your face.
Please remember your forgotten grace.
I am anything but brilliant,
I consider you wise.
Understand the beat that swallows your lies.
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