They shout "rebel" from the rooftops
They shout "riot" in the streets
The masquerade marching for justice
As the harlequins dance and preach
The new king will not stand it
Yet, neither will they
One thing you should know:
It was the 5th of November that day
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Roses Bleed Blue || Poetry ||
PoetryI'm bored Yet my mind is racing My heart Can't keep up with inconsistent pacing I'm panicking They can't keep up with the chase and I'm looking But I can't find my wrist brace and If i were a card I wouldn't be an ace then It's suffocating All the...
