Some people
They are too blind
Too blind with themselves
Putting themselves in the centre
Excruciating from the light
They enjoyed it
Screaming their lungs out
Words by words
Put into pieces
Made into swords
Meant to stab
The applauded audience
Each and every one of them
 Into thinking
The one who holds the truth
Is the mastermind
The evil
Twisted, insulted
As I endure this pain
I shall pass the lesson
Your skinned skin
Through my veins

Not a poem and not attempt to make one. Just what comes outta my heart, through the bones and muscles of my hands.

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