But it wouldn't let me post it all up there ^.
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He’s black.
She’s white.
He’s gay.
She’s bi.
I’m perfect
And you can drink the dead sea.
Didn’t they tell you?
That salt is your sin?
So, is anyone here,
Who will spit in my face?
And tell me their tears
Will run fresh to their grave?
So no, I’m not perfect
But neither are you.
Or you.
Or you.
Or him
Or her.
You told me ‘my type’ should burn in hell.
You as good as wielded my knife.
You covered your daggers in ‘sweet concern’.
He told me I was just to be used.
She infected both you and I.
Now, the ‘good people’, you see.
Oh, they’re so much better.
Yes,
Better at hiding those ‘small’ indiscretions
From the gaze of those ‘all-seeing’ public eyes
Who qualify to know *cough guess*
The ‘truth’ that they see in the ones they despise.
Fine,
Let’s let the fucking public judge
And let them tell us who’s to blame.
Let’s let them burn the kerosene
In whoever’s fucking name.
Well done, you’ve killed this fucked-up life
Even better than the ones you mock
Let’s stand and let you take a bow
Good Sir, good Madam, now don’t you feel proud?
He’s a Christian.
She’s a Jew.
He’s still dating her.
Aw, she thought you knew.
Now,
Consider your ‘offer’ of ‘buying her time’
Because only for his love is her sex a crime.
But there! As you dragged her into the dark,
Did you hear the tolling start?
The death knell burning in her skin,
Clashing the chorus of her sin.
That night she drew her swan breath in a bed
Made soft with all her razor blades,
That kissed her wrists with the romance you lacked.
As the hands that you’d kissed now dealt the trades
The harlequin scars of the harlequin girl
Dyed the sheets with the dying muck
The scarlet of a scarlet woman
Damned by her damning rumour-spread fuck.
He is rich.
And she is poor.
He’s a gentleman
And she’s a whore.
In life we’re all so ‘different’
And soon we’ll all be dead,
But have you ever wondered why,
When cut, we all bleed red?
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