Everyone is hiding,
Within the scum,
Avoiding fate
Who promised
false joy.
Are you one of them?
They who tremble,
With gold in their pockets?
Such liars,
Such thieves,
Living among the weak.
Taking advantage,
Seeking more joy.
They're always hungry,
Hungry pests,
Hungry criminals
With no name.
Everyone gives,
Everyone donates
To their false pain,
Inflicted upon by
their very own selves.
They are selfish greedy
bastards,
With no riches to hide.
Are you one of them?
They who say nothing but lies,
Parting us nothing but a piece
Of rice.
Hungry people,
Hungry fakers,
Who cook up nothing,
But even more anger.
They are the criminals
With no name.
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Poems
Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
