Category : Poems

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Behind those beautiful blue eyes 
Is nothing but a sea of endless lies
Feeding you with unending lines of hope
Only to wrap you in their teethers like rope
The weak beast sticks its chest out and roars
Pretending inside hoping to be more
It's substance short it's character thin
Hoping to hide the evil within
Art is more than the beast could ever hope to be
More Like a cheap imitation for the world to see

JFPOET