ONE STRIKE
An unbearable strike of unkind words was enough
It beheaded me and slit me of all my passion.
Injured my pure soul,portraying it all black
Provingyou hypocrites and me a future tale of pu
ONE STRIKE
An unbearable strike of unkind words was enough
It beheaded me and slit me of all my passion.
Injured my pure soul,portraying it all black
Provingyou hypocrites and me a future tale of purity
All night long i held my head in my hands
Thinking and thinking who am i
The righteous one as God Almighty knows
Or the guilty as you held me accountable.
Its you the hedious inside,not me,you filthy minds
Too anxious for the night to pass
So to portray myself on this white primed canvas
Me myself as pure and virteous as this canvas
You dont matter but God does and He will prove
My purity, virtuousness and innocence.
Now i am painting my inner self that will haunt you
Word by word,line by line its true shades inch by inch
Time will revenge you telling a tale
Of your hypocrisy and my innocence proved
Hypocrites,i leave it to God your fate is inevitable
BY : SEEMA WASIM.
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