I sensed the dark taste of your mind an undertow of pulsing rage All the powers of the seven seas within your soul; barely contained. A mine field of burning passions A tsunami of turbulent ire The thunder of revolution flashes from your pensive eyes Revelling in the shadows welcoming what most refuse to face knowing that the darkness Is a glorious, beautiful place Sparking embers of ignorant protest from those that can't comprehend too narrow and shallow to see past their nose bitter until their end Blazing a trail of anarchy You set the world aflame the self-righteous want you buried they can't counter play your game You beat them down with passion they try to strip you of morality can't fathom that there are other ways stuck in their conformity I taste the darkness of your mind Flames of revolution flickering in my eyes I won't give up my freedom I'd rather burn on their pompous pyre.Birth sign: Scorpio
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