How are you? A little edgy again? I'd say it's More like guillotine At least As self-righteous And blind You are Cutting deep Blood against blood Rage Driving everyone Between the lines A petty civil war Inside four walls And I'll just duck And hope I won't be hit And none of those I love A brief intermission Where words do fly Not pottery Instead of shells From shelves Well aware That at this very moment We're inside your hands You are nothing more It seems Than a giant Blinded Striking Crushing Everything Is there a purpose We're here Or is it just For the sake of Collateral damage
Reason for writing:
Caught up in a little war at home... such a funny thing it is (from a different point of view - unfortunately not mine)
Birth sign: Capricorn
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