Our Innocents is Lost

They try to hurt me,
They try to pull me down.
But with every word they write
I just laugh out loud.

The cheap shots,
And low blows,
Every one just jumped,
Because they are so very, very slow.

When will they realize,
That they keep repeating.
When will the realize,
That there is no beating.

No ones winning
No ones losing
Words are being throw.
But no sooner said but then snoozing.

Take your anger else where,
It's getting old.
Sooner or later you'll find,
That this whole things growing mould.

The mold from the filth being said,
And disgusting attitudes.
Walk away with what dignity you have left,
And leave me with my latitude.