You say that it
"Sounds wrong",
Yet what is "wrong"
To you?
Monotonous words?
Fragments?
Charcoaled hearts
Decimated
Under the steel boot
Of a miner?
Surely,
He is only another man.
Words may come
And words may go,
Yet aren't they still
Words?
The hearts of men may fail.
However, what is "wrong"
With all of this?
Rhythm.
None.
I know of no meters.
I care not for a refrain.
It all sounds the same:
Like thoughts
Written in Vain.
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