Tue, 06/04/2019 - 15:32 -- dorankc

when it comes down to

then end of the night

you can turn from the truth


let him shout his devotions

and feed you with lies

while you wonder what else could be broken


when it comes down to

the sun coming up

you realize nothing was broken,

except for you

This poem is about: 
Our world


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