01-22-2016, 03:10 AM
I had a few mantras when I wrote poetry. I don't know if this one directly applies to the subject of the thread or not, but anyway...never explain, always express.
You can't hate me more than I hate myself. I win.
"When the spirit of justice eloped on the wings
Of a quivering vibrato's bittersweet sting."
"When the spirit of justice eloped on the wings
Of a quivering vibrato's bittersweet sting."


