For what is the purpose if creature is afraid of speaking its mind? That is not fair. I couldn't care about my haters.I will continue to speak whatever it tells.
Listen,
listen to this forsaken town.
If
you can hear a sound, you get the crown.
The
world is perfect in such place, the lawn ―
Disgrace,
no commitment or fear of brawn.
Because
it will be no pity if you are alone.
No
one cares in this deserted town,
You
are eager to jump on frightening charm
Nothing
for be or me afraid, in ugly quiet.
It
is worth noting, no lament but ugly
Frightening
indifference you will see.
Ugly
Quiet where rats run and hide in corners.
Ugly
things can’t rhyme however, or stick begether.
Or
say, let’s explain, the statue of holy law,
That
can’t be abandoned by the lesser.
In
abandoned house, foregather, product of rot.
In
this town, I scream with my muscle brawl,
“ROT
IN HELL!”, I yelled. Along says, “why bother?”
Looking
from the window the rot dwell.
Ugly Quiet
SCREAMꙫ Is killing them!
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