When i look into the flames
Of this burning bonfire
I realise
I have a desire to build an empire
I feel like i'm climbing a mountain
If only i could reach
But a tadd higher
Sire you are a fucking liar
I'll burn down your chamber
I'm higher
Because of greedy desire
No liar
That's why you should
Call me sire
The flames of this pire
Shine brigther
Than fools gold under the moons
Subtle glow
Poetry
Like philosophy
Is the minds mythology
Wether it be explicitly
Or merely just humanly
So call me sire
Even though this fearsely
Burning desire
Well one day fuel
Your funeral pire
What a liar
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What was left unsaid
PoetryI sometimes stop and ponder. I wonder if man could get a chance To speak those words that were never said Would that man find peace? Well i got no time for an answer..Welcome back my friend. I hope you'll enjoy yet another peak behind the curtain, o...
