Bulletproof
Cast your chants of hate,
Throw me your lemons and bate,
Voice of rising rate,
You forgot that I am bulletproof-ed by faith,
You're wasting bullets, mate.
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Far Side of the Moon
PoetryNow, I am exposing what's on the unlit part of the moon. What you haven't seen. What you haven't heared. What you do not know. In form of poorly written poetries, prose and short stories. Highest rank: #4 in Poetry (08/06/17)
Bulletproof
Bulletproof
Cast your chants of hate,
Throw me your lemons and bate,
Voice of rising rate,
You forgot that I am bulletproof-ed by faith,
You're wasting bullets, mate.
