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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 MemberFunny 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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