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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I live in a world where there is no flow and ebb where flies are snared in the spiders web Where anger is the clothing that spirits wear hand me down garments soiled with fear Where eyes fail from weeping incapable of emotions and the heart bears the tsunami the bodies waves like the ocean's In the winepress of the psyche I trample the virgin daughter of bliss and beyond the landscape of sin and firmament of folly lies the serpents hiss I live in a world where wisdom and knowledge collide similar to protons Where innocence is slaughtered like Salem's pillars and scions As the lion makes a kill its the jackel that profits but before the jackel appears its the hyena that mocks it And as the prey that is stalked is slain without pity The herds of people represent stock roaming the cities Women eat their offspring and they dont even know it While the scheme of men cast shadows over truth not to show it In my world my eyes flow unceasingly without mercy without ease as vengeance owns depth, so deep it stalks the forrest beyond trees In my world the mind constantly mocks the heart While guilt is the warden whom imprisons the soul in the dark Like the rain that suffocates the land with a constant pour My inner child cries louder than thunder or a lion with a constant roar In my world an infants tongue adheres to roof of its mouth and food is as scarce to child as insects are to a grouse Nurtured in purple but racked with hunger It is better to die by the sword then to live with famine in numbers Joy has dispersed from our hearts and dancing has moved to mourn as brightness has merged with the dark the fabric of happiness is torn
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