TORN SOUL


Thall all souls should have equal rights
Each shed and non shed of blood should have equal light
But then and there every night
Sad but true not every soul has not have the same amount of bright
First you think you would be a kite
Every though the soul tried all his might
Shall thall soul has been thrown down and take the bite

Whispers that ring in my ear tells me always I will never recieve rights, never see light, always see night, never shine bright, never soar a kite, never any might, and always struck by the bite

IS THIS SOUL A JOKE?

TO BE LAUGHED AT BY MY OWN CREATOR?