Vice


What will I be
When the lights beam down
So blind, I can't see
Too many rugged edges of men
Drowning they liver with gin
Why share your troubles with them
Art taught by your kin
From a time since when
How can you live
When your soul is blacker than
The gums in your mouth
I feel like a trout
Rolling through water
Crossing streams through borders
I believe
That I can see with a vision so serene
That when I speak
My words can build boulders
So heavy that
You can't crush my dreams
I guess it always seems
That so many people void this
If I protect your worth
Take the hurt
Would you turn your back
And let it go
While the next fool sold it

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