Roars and Whispers Revisited
I remember I roared when I should have whispered.. I lost the purity of message delivered.. should be the gifted but always presenter.. multiple champs but must be the winner.. how could I be saint when I dine amongst sinners..disgust on my plate my wine just as bitter..out in this jungle surrounded by critters.. were so socially stained it gives Lucifer jitters.. some lost in the choir and should have been preachers.. while others had beauty beneath the skin creatures.. have mastered their art hiding flawed mental features.. a skeletons frame still attracting life's leechers.. some deserved degrees but were shunned by their teachers .. while the swiftest to run just remained in the bleachers.. built for a fire there heart pumping ether.. perpetual motion wounds must rest to get closure... Drunken rants edition..
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