Thornament
Cut ’em down… Cut ’em down
These thorns hinder my sight
They darkened all the light
Lift up your sickle up right
Wave it by the rays of the sun
Break these infectious blight
Put ’em on, Leave ’em on
These thorns, my ornament
These demons, my ligament
Ripping me in the inside
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t
Wash away the thorn in my Pride
– Poetic Dustbin
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