hey.this is a poem made up by me.MEL!;p so it's copyrighted:P.hehes.:D.was just wondering about this topic:hypocrisy.tt's why.
it is all but sweet,sweet solemn silence, it is all but wealthy,poor,oh so abase, it is all but beautiful,to which i call upon thee, it is all but painful,masked,within.
the sorrows,the pain,the dread,the grudge, oh,the worries,of which seem not yet worthy, of the issues of the world,which seem so fine,nor so fiery, oh is there more to this life,oh,is there more? if not so,wherefore sprung those tears, they come divulging a secret,masked from inside, Unheard of by the fool,
basking in the daylight,unrevealing in the darkness, "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"proclaim they, ignorance,simply ignorance,do they know of what they say? as the days go by,just like the fogs remain, hazy,a blur sight remains, wither,the flowers,they protest,oh so sweetly, of which vision unclear, destiny soon ends, The end reveals the near.
Why not,why when,why how? it's all a mystery,mankind forsaken,somewhat undertaken, Of the deepest,darkest,wildest imaginary ideals,of this earth, beyond the depths of these graves,the faculty of these heavens, beyond which lie uncovered,histories of histories.
Oh,to the ignorant,the naive,the insecure,they never knew so much more, of these scrolls of grunge,the evil,horrendous despicables, hypocrisy,lies,betrayals,the magic of hell, so scorned,so dreaded, yet,aurora hid it all, of to which those dungeons of devils rise, Into thin air,it all flourishes,an omen of undesired rust. This divine,despotic,lust.