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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Just one dusk at the terminus, the hourglass will shatter. No more pain, no more suffering, just the silence of a penance without sentence. My feelings, a procession of punishments. My condolences to all those victims who drowned their vigilance in the bowels of negligence. No allegiance to the urgencies of decadence. The decay of my celestial spark sanctifies its own downfall. I am nothing but a coffin of indelible scars, bound to vanish into the darkness of the void. I have known the insolence of opulence. I have tasted the delights of misery. My impure hands have strangled innocence, far from the spotlight of condescension. They learned to cut hard drugs to beautify the nightmares of ill-omened birds. I still have ammonia in my brain, baking soda on my knuckles. I learned to handle weapons of war in pine-covered forests. I still smile when I hear a Kalashnikov sing the sinister symphonies of retaliation. I’ve never pleaded guilty nor howled beneath flashing lights. I absorbed all the lessons of omertà and the laws of the penal code. My hair turned white on a body battered by irreversible damage. I wish annihilation upon all my enemies, declared or disguised. I adore darkness, like those condemned on death row. I grew up in the paradise of savagery, under a bleak sky. I bicker every day with the devil, over the rent for my place in hellfire. A few broken hearts. My offspring are scattered across the Earth. I am a Sub-Saharan immigrant, in love with freedom. I did not come to spread the good news of brotherhood. My phallus is circumcised and I don’t eat pork— just like Christ. No money, no equality: humans are not all equal, even if the reaper resets the counters to zero. I am eloquent and elegant like my demons. I’ve traumatized my ghosts with the clarity of a psychopath with sociopathic ambitions. I love to change time zones for sunny beaches, when the accounts are in the green. I’ve had the chance to wander across four continents. I am a chameleon with skin rich in melanin. I am not intelligent, I’ve just travelled a lot.
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