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dereliction killed the value of his broken winged flight to hell above, upside down his cowardice is shown through lacking tries. from confusion comes his absence where he's present unaware; shows his colors through blind eyes and fools the watchers wholly. smiling wide, he keeps the truth tucked 'neathe his callus, rough and roughing, tough from nothing, he lies to up his bounty. plenty breaks from under him, his feet o' widened walking, covers all and tracks not left so none could follow slowly. he practitions all who listen in his words of guilt and stout devotion to his vapid empty praises, words void of emotion. clamoured clapping for his tricks, he'd done it all before, and tucked a mind under his spell to bring to hell above. heaven below was marked with crosses, making mark of nothing good, the crowd was fooled, believing the pool of lies bestowed upon, by he who spoke the mallice. they praise for wrong, and shunned the right. all for what they heard. not to act from the heart inside was the biggest sin of all. rather than avoid the speech of spoken heard all day and whence the words were what they weren't known, they avoided all their heart. all gave in to plighted doom 'stead of lights within, and followed he with broken wings in flight to hell above. misconception ruled the day and rue it was by all, they fell in line to what they heard and not to what they love. now trapped above and naught below, the grievers look down upon the heaven sent, and sights of mending, followers of the hearts from god himself, bestowed upon each every man, and followed to there below.
words won't fail when you want to listen. even if your heart tells you otherwise.
words won't fail when you want to listen. even if your heart tells you otherwise.