
How can you say you are grateful when all you do is create a path of destruction with your hate?
Love is only a lie if you constantly push a dark agenda to make us all loathe internally as much as you do.
You keep searching for the prime real estate to set up shop to peddle your venom.
If the door is left open, you walk right in to redecorate with black upon the walls to reflect the evil of your intentions.
Too bad this occupant locked the door tight, the next views black with sophistication, and the following cherishes their life as a black sheep.
You may try to spread your odious pores but we will be the net to protect the light.
About the Creator
BexNorae
I write whatever my heart sends to my fingertips. Sometimes it doesn't always make sense - but it heal my heart.



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