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Constructed for Destruction
I was born with a hammer in hand Breaking down connections From the moment I could breathe My first steps were into the soles of rejection. I find myself wondering “Does it have to end this way?” Even when the night falls The day is still the day. I was built for tearing down Trust and bonds and truth Because...

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Categories: constructed, april, childhood, grief, longing,
Form: Rhyme
A Designed Constructed System
A careful constructed system that’s designed to lead to failure few escapes, leaving the rest to be taken advantage of those who escape reaches a certain level then prey on the weak by selling hopes and dreams, hope and dreams that rarely come true. The game is being sold as the truth remains concealed while those continue to profit off the ignorance...

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Categories: constructed, america, creation, deep, emotions,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Funny Fallen Constructed Worker Laughter-
On that day my soul grew happy; The amusement brought such sorrow; It was flappy; You warned me about the Pizarro; I heard a golden, funny pulling; But in the fact that it was buzzing; And its eyes have all the hollering; With such a passion for collaring; Off the eleven story building working laborer, fell on my head; Ah!! falling, falling, falling, falling,...

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Categories: constructed, adventure, analogy, character, destiny,
Form: Free verse
Enhancements of a Constructed Contract Killing
a Constructed Contract killing enhancements under my feet Silent gases that can't be breathed souls ready to be fed to the beast money mix with blood tears coughed up with Murder on (in) hand death is but an unfortunate termination of life a shaking building of life's little pieces of time which can fall one brick at...

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Categories: constructed, black african american, death,
Form: I do not know?
This Constructed Concurrency
This constructed concurrency Was forced by his magical hands To draw a line through a point Where it wasn’t meant to pass A new concept brings us full circle And the lines disintegrate Within my feeble grip This game of geometry proves That I am asymmetrical...

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Categories: constructed, confusion, introspection, life,
Form: I do not know?




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