Your Brothers Sword
(In)justice We Stand
Reality scares me, it shows me a world I do not recognise;
Broken beauty has twisted love into a game that most dispise.
Avoid the broken edges but you'll never quite get in.
So, you give it all. Hoping to find hope of longevity without sin.
Lessened by the masses and raised by the few;
I lost faith listening to unholy gossip sitting on the pew.
In this place, they will think your evil if you don't come back,
Though, I believe it's safer to run from the daemons that hide in black.
Power is a sickness that feeds on the energy of the innocent;
Promising safety to only those who refuse to repent.
March with the army and reap your reward;
Never mind that pain in your back, it is just your brothers sword.
About the Creator
Jollyoddbod Poetry
Here I am, and here I'll stay;
Like the moon in the darkness that refuses to fade.
Clouds will cover, but cannot take from my reign;
Mark this as the moment that they realise, as they scoff with distain.
They fell asleep, I cannot be blamed.
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Comments (1)
The line about power - so true.