light workers (Remove filter)
invisible Army
to be controlled
like really controlled
no exeption the effort
my life you hold
I yes Me
as it stands
to be confined in the palms of your hands
My talents and gifts
do they not matter
as you clench your fists
my soul does shatter
so why did you send me down
I ask
to disguise my beauty
behind this mask
a delicate flower
the Art god mastered
hardened cemented
pebble dashed...
Tuesday 16th July 2019 3:42 am
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