A Scornful Owl
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i scorn those who wake me from my nest of high old morality beating inside my chest should those vultures attempt to pry come death to them; i hope they try death to them i'll rake their blood from the feathered twigs attached by mud and forgive them and remember them not for what i had they had a lot. none shall see my tattered mind my tattered insides remain all tied the light of day scares me too much these scars remind me of the human touch fears are backed by distant sorrow anxiety and paranoia blanket every tomorrow the ones outside who seem so happy trick me at every given opportunity Why must I prove my worth to them everytime my attempts were ruined again and again weakness shows them you are less than they hypocritically they expect you to believe what they say so prove to me who is greater than i for me I am god and i am the universe to i the stars bear witness to my steady thoughts i often wonder if they are backstabbers like the rest of us and soon their light will steadily fade drawn dim by the smoke and the lights new roads will make and i'll slit my wings with noone to hear and fall to the sidewalk to disappear

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