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slip into a world unseen
where any humans considered unclean
a realm that hides any creatures disguised
cannot live in the truth for a fated demise
live in shadow and ignore all the lies
it cannot sleep in this place of despise
turn away from the face who detests it
they don't comprehend that they must always hide this;
a wyrm slithers slowly like a snake in a clearing
quietly inching toward a boulder to rest
it stops to stare at the clear sky
and wishes that maybe one day it could fly
without the worry of a plebian screaming
waning and warning the others of danger
causing him unwanted attention and anger
he hides from the pitiless mortals that fear it
which try to hunt and destroy and kill it
believe what they see is all the truth they need
they do not heed any of the existing unknown
for they cannot enjoy what they wont understand
and nature of difference slips into their hand
decied to obliterate the creature unlike
without trying to opress the unwanted desire
they benefit from the feeling they've know
and use it as a weapon against the sworn
for fear falls not far from hate
the destructive power it obtains
will leave them pain they first tried to escape
when they ran away from submission
even still they cannot live in the vision
not one can live in the woods forbidden
don't try to link to the world of the rotten
it is the world we've created but will soon be forgotten
 Aeolith · Tue Dec 11, 2007 @ 02:17am · 0 Comments |
