A Metalhead
We listen to our music.
About politics, religion, history or our beings.
We headbang and mosh for out joy.
The truth is what we are seeing.
Life is a big lie.
Is what we are always told.
We live in happy ways, we try.
We try to be nice and bold.
Society has outcast us.
Like a black sheep in a farm.
No longer accepted or trust.
Just a knucklehead without any charms.
But the majority of metalheads
Are smart and wise.
But not giving a chance.
What people tell about us. Are all lies.
Give us a chance.
We can shine in the stars.
Yes we love to prank.
But i believe, even we can reach as far as mars.
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