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A painting I see has me to believe.
A man portrayed in a civil place
A dusty cloud surrounds and emulates his faith
Torn trousers dressed around, keeping the screams from vocalizing a torturous
sound
Day dreaming leaving on a journey;
Sure never to return wishes of eternity
Fruitless searches travels of many grounds
A Gas pump being the only salvation found
Dirty soul forbidding control
Rotting fruit has taking its toll
Demon filled juice clinging, grasping
For truth bowing to the submitted kick kept-
Down never seeing the sky why try
In this painting one mans story is showing
A realistic sense of pity, which was not to find glory
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