Songs of Soul COS No 1: AABB
As the blade searches for the life of me,
The torment glides the blade with certainty,
Deeper the journey as my body writhe,
The pain lingers as I'm denied relief,
Suspicion mingles with the bloodied juice,
The greediness of data drowns and mutes,
Deliverer plunge to my conviction,
Released of a wretched disposition,
Partakes in the regime of the soulless,
Contorted body claim to Earthiness,
Life teems, trilled sound, grass greenery, central,
city's heart beats onward, minus a soul.
Had all of it, all I forfeit, help me,
Your will is what will, now, let me be free ...
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Hilo Poet
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