Ian Petch Poet I do not know?

Knowledge of the Soul

I’ve learnt so many things, the bringer of my hate
This world seems to want me to despise
My self and what is vain, my pride is only in my head
The words are teaming with despair

Language of the damned, we’re lemmings in a rush
Hold the nearest fall
Angry rusted sand, everything I’ve come to love
Can you take me to the end?
Miss this bend

Driving down the roads in the city of our land
Nameless ‘til the end
Grinding down my hope, rear view mirror set in stone
I’m painless ‘til I scream
It’s a dream

Everything I’ve come to know
Programmed in to me
Surroundings formed by snow
I was raised by freezing seas
….Please

Currency and death, every word seems to reflect
The title of this life
In a hurry to the end, pray you finish at the top
Spiral forth and spend
To the end

Everything that let me know
Forced right in to me
Despair and anger clashing so
I am aware and I can see
What you will be

Everything that took me in
Loneliness rewrites
The life they taught to me
Inner knowledge is my sight
Fading night

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