![]() Slaughter/BackstabberA Poem by Beren
Pour coal on my sun
Poison my ocean Paint your lies pink and sell them Hold the note in your palm and give it to the people you shake hands with Hang my picture on the trees for everyone to see You perceive my words as if they came from a politician. If you are going to mention my name next to a dictator, make it Caesar, not Hitler. but you are not even as brave as Brutus. And my end will not be the same as Hitler as you want. I take the microphone and say to the people you are slandering about me, "the world is not as bad as the inside of their head." © 2025 BerenFeatured Review
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Added on March 30, 2025Last Updated on April 4, 2025 |