Black Veil Brides

Behold, this is our 

Life, drawn by the 

Admirable sound of music.

Chords are strung, and the

Kickoff begins with the drums.

 

unVeil the truth that lies,

Every word counts.

In the hidden, there

Lies our broken souls, where we don't belong.

 

Behold, it is us, the ones who

Resurrect the sun. The ones who

Indefinitely stay faithless.

Despite our looks and acts, we

End up being the ones who become

Saviours, who have lost their last rites.

This poem is about: 
My community
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