By S.D. Sycther
Sometimes Casually
Sometimes the casual minds of all;
Reminds me of poets of the fall,
Many have been the times, I notice this mind;
And follow the deaf like the blind.
But whatever the society says, he shall be kind;
Cause I have eyes and they are blind.
Hope read this and felt thy mind;
He captures all attention and he captures al rind.
And sometimes teases the child of time;
Iron rods were used that time;
Maybe these days they use different elements;
And enough of rocks hit that day in sentimental sediments.
And tarnished the feather of rocketed ligaments.
She waiting like the emperor has warned;
Nothing as they seen, though sometimes casual;
His decisions were decisions although taken in casual.
Sometimes casually caused the casualties as usual.
Today tribute Sycther to the hell in a cell;
May he never rest in peace, may his ear ears rot in hell.
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