Pact of a Broken Soul
Break your pact
battle remains still
innocent blood stains the ramparts
Halls of the powers filled with gold
wrought by others invain
disdain peering through rightious hypocrites
the rightness of wrong doers
versus
the wrongness of the do gooders
it is not always as it seems to be
who decides what is!
who decides what is not!
uncaring hearts
refuse to accept oneness
It's about me
Just the me's out there
are eternally lonely!

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Excellent Flip! Well Crafted....ONE
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