Satisfied
Sacrified,
Crucified,
justified,
satisfied.......
Is
that
not?
Evry
one
is
holy,
upright,
perfect.....
Guiltless-
what
else.
Love
becomes
lust,
help
becomes
hope.
No
one
satisfied.
If
not,
why
do
i
hunger
for
hunger,
why
sadness
and
anger.
Why
are
my
what
i
am?
Why?
The
tempest,
heat,snow,
earthquake,
vagabond....
Why
this
vanity
that
hug
my
imagination,
why
not
take
this
moutain
off
my
mind,
mental
surges.....
Weaken
strenght,
all
in
all;
writing
is
also
a
mad
brag
within
me,
not
satisfied.
I
confuse
not
just
others
but
mine
self
too.
Why?
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