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Welp

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Free of Your Lie

How could you look me in the eye

And mutter such a grand lie

Without any thinking

Your eyes unblinking

Not caring as you walk away

Having undoubtedly nothing to atone or to say

As I bleed out from all the shame

Inflicted from your blasphemous blame game

How could you look me in the eye

And mutter such a grand lie

While giving your once friendly smile

That has now become toxically vile

Seeing your smile at school used to cut me

It left numerous scars on my heavy hearted body

Now it is a worn down blade to me

As I finally roam ever so free

By the way this is Lampas mom, I’m still deciding the name I have some ideas

The one in the left is her as a child plus a version with some clothes, and the one on the right is her grown up (plus a version with some clothes)

occasionally coinpin 88

im sorry, this one is just garbage

some object ocs i made…. i think they’re all related, like a worker bee hive

you punch nazis!

(requested by anonymous)

Warning to the Judge

You can judge me all you want

You can give others your childish taunt

You can whisper behind them all

Just to make you feel just a wee bit tall

As you put off the judgment of inner essence

Your actions become a toxically lime luminescence

Failing to see it even without wool on your eyes

Complaining when foe allies spread similar lies

You may judge all you want

You will chase away all confidant

You won’t have anyone to gossip to in the hall

How does it feel to be just a wee bit small

Art of my Heart

What’s another knife to my very heart

Words unraveling my very being apart

Stabbing words meant with love and care

Heavy hearted words constricting my air

This doesn’t feel very evenly fair

Our hearts we were supposed to share

Instead leaving me with a bitter tart

Wishing we could both just restart

What’s another knife to my very heart

Don’t even get a proper first date to start

Almost wishing I could have a cold frigid care

Instead my heart holds the dagger of despair

Will the flesh of my heart ever heal and repair

Even with every new tiny terrifying tear

Wishing she would still hold my whole art

At least she still wants to hold a part

The Sins of the Shepherd

Why do you wear the robes of a shepherd

Whilst baring the fangs of a leopard

Your true nature can never be fully severed

No matter how much you have endeavored

The blood of flocks has forever stained your soul

The flesh of the sheep will never make you whole

Only a fool would presume such acts would console

The hesitant heavy heart with a deep dark hole

How can you use your staff to willfully mislead

Leading lambs to the slaughter as they plead

Taking in joy as they shakingly cry and bleed

Never once truly regretting your misdeeds

The sins of slaughter will lead to your demise

The sheep will see through your disguise

When they notice your sinister snake eyes

The flock will run away from your lies