Blue Lines With Red Bordered Margins
Grab'n the magic staff,converting allusions to thoughts
w/a tad bit of math,add’n a delicate phrase is equal to a fleet of lots
Transfer’n knowledge to ink,emotional verse-words tear when blink
Saddened cuts burn w/ in, when cried on wounds it produces a wet sting
Convicted of sorrow, Im serving time by far, an it wont give me a check
Will I wake tomorrow? Trapped behind bars,
no jail house but my heads locked in the pen
Will I stumble w/ steps? Or will I persist in jotting down life for every regret?
Loved by God? He cut short my life’s legs,soon end to see the Devil…my friend
No definition in my virtues, I’ll list my name in dictionaries to see if I have a meaning
Holy scriptures? those scrolls, baby my existence, bitting w/ in me as if they were teething
Why follow ink Written on papyrus? details u need to find it, other religions willing to mount it
While the facts are blinded like scarlet curtains in opera houses
At the end of earning, when soil begins turning, an hidden truth are untapped from bury
The years will be reduced w/ mischief an false, once laundry not cleaned is now laundry w/ out dirty
But as this goes on words become meaning less, and ink….”whats ink” comes in
After all the eras of writtens are just know as…
….blue lines w/ red bordered margins…
