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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My dreams are nightmares. I am forced to stay awake through sleepless nights so I won’t hear the lamentations of my ghosts. Endless monologues with my demons. The devil fears the darkness that perfumes my mind, a descendant of a cannibal tribe. I violate all human laws that massacre my dignity. Being a slave is not in my plans. It’s war until the graveyard. Indelible scars, medals to adorn my boldness. The suffering my body endures turns my life into a horror film. I hate the human species and I have no pet to compensate. These insatiable parasites call me a psychopath. I dream of slitting a pedophile’s throat before the eyes of a rapist waiting for his hour of execution. I am a predator, I will never endure their persecutions. Hatred has replaced love in my heart. A hardened criminal, not sentimental. Nothing romantic, poetry is grim like the entrails of hell. I carry the lights of darkness, like the chains that gnawed at the flesh of my dehumanized ancestors in slave plantations. I hate misery and the savagery of capitalism. I am addicted to life like a junkie hooked on his dose of crack. I will end up in the mud on which I urinate every day. I will end up consumed by these fleeting vanities. I go off-road on the highway of dissent, with my neuroses and my transgressions as rearview mirrors. No box, no code, no rules, I am an outlaw. With copper-toned skin, like the shoes of American supremacists during the transatlantic slave trade, traces of lashes are still visible on my face.
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