I don't understand why
But there are people that won't rest
Until the scars on their face
Become wounds on your race.
.
Every conversation is a battlefield
Nothing is that simple
Everyone is out to get them.
Someone has a secret,
and this secret must be known
for any ounce of trust to grow.
.
There are people that are allergic to peace
Or reasoning
Or space
Or breathing
Rage is the vehicle
That they crash into our lives
And that is how the world starts burning.
.
There are people that break me no matter how strong I try to be
They are the ones I avoid
That would kneel on Floyd
That want the world to shatter
Because they haven't had their joy.
.
There are people
That choose to be villains
By their own hands
To shatter peace
To be the nuisance.
Because they can.
Sometimes
The worst villains
Train themselves
In the art of cruel intentions
For no other reason but
Causing hell.
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A Diary of Soul (Unedited Version)
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