Rebellion.

Rebellion.

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Hell-Hound is on my trail
Sun has disappeared
Into the darkness of a night

Clouds have overshadowed
Rough edges of a diamond
One carved from a stone

Doubts have arisen
Deep my mind
I miss my old ways
Back in the days
When  I used to roam

Through the bright alleyways
I hastily sauntered
Into sounds of laughter
Coming from people unknown

Laughter is driving me crazy
Strange places and people
My words like weapons
That I like to fire

With fire, dust and smoke
They drop to the ground
Heavy like balls of lead

I destruct what I like
Do it to myself
As well as others I admire
Creative spirit it tireless

Soon people will know
What I desire
Soon they will know
That true rebellion never tires.

© 2017 merit


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merit

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