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TTThis is my first piece but slightly edited. I posted it somewhere else as well and some of you will have already read it but it hought i'd put it up here to see how well i've done compared to the better writers on this forum.
You despise what you are,
feeding your own hate.
True passion for your product,
but afraid of the sale.
The emotion of your music,
your hate fills the black notes.
Your love found in the white,
in the symphony of pain.
The conflict will never end
The pictures on the walls,
of sadness in the perfect world,
black smudges from the white paint,
of the stones that bleed.
Smoke without fire
your heart wreathed in barbed wire
the feral human you are,
sapien versus canine.
'Civilisation' surpresses your nature.
the conflict will never end
the conflict will never end
your hate fills the black notes,
in the symphony of desire.
Your love found in the white,
in the symphony of tears
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