Poetry that joys the heart,
and makes a man think astart..

Wednesday, March 09, 2016

Fighting the vices within me always silenced the voices outside.

O world! When do you understand,
The lies of the lords wearing the fallen robes.
The spell is so conjured from the dais where they stand,
It is a scheme of rule; injected through the weakest mobs and stages grand.

 "Fighting the vices within me always silenced the voices outside."