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Genetic Offering

Going to hell and back Definitely no fun I’d still take that journey if it’s called upon My genetic makeup demands me to do so Willing to put my own game on pause to oversee the progress of an entity that has no real bearing on me. To see such despicable actions spin around on an ungrateful axis leaving an undesired taste, Bitter for the moment, Sour in the long-term, The pulp of the juice went to waste. I exercised my ability to remain but not when having spit propelled in my face Deep down the sadness will settle until the ordeal can be displaced The energetic consumption is totally misplaced The results may not have a happy ending I had a special interest I am not wanted Nor appreciated So why continue to nurture if the priorities are in another state? I am rewriting my genetic code to unload my responsibility No person should be left behind but in this hypocritical case I prefer to keep things clean rather than develop any more hostility.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Book: Shattered Sighs