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Jared Schinzel Poem
Positioning my heart on a pole,
I look deeper into my soul.
Feeling empty inside,
Leaving noting left to hide.
I'm filled with my deep desire,
It consumes me in its darkness.
Among these people with no shame,
All looking for fame.
For I am no free man,
In this cell I stand.
And a voice heard among the guilty,
Says sit down because you are still one of us.
Copyright © Jared Schinzel | Year Posted 2005
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Jared Schinzel Poem
I feel the seething despair fall into place
Growing ever stronger with every breath I take
It sears its way down into my soul
Deafening the crys of the forgotten ones
I should crush this guilt with my love of mankind
But its humanity that I really despise
Suffering and humility is the only way
Deafening the crys of the forgotten ones
I versed my hated of guarded fools
And beat downs the walls of self-righteosness
So we call up the archaic son's
Deafening the cry of the forgotten ones
Copyright © Jared Schinzel | Year Posted 2005
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Jared Schinzel Poem
The lifeless void of the unknown,
Fills every cell in my body.
It clutches my weeping soul,
With every word that seeps out of its mouth.
They bury their tears in my blood,
To remind me of what I have done.
Quivering with forgotten rage,
Drifting further from the Truth.
Silence is my only friend,
Drawing conclusions from all eternity.
Trying to find the path,
Leading me to what shall past.
And I wonder why I am here?
Copyright © Jared Schinzel | Year Posted 2005
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