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Sinister Saint Poem
*Why is it so hard to repair the pieces
When we are the ones to let them break
We know what was at stake
Still we let them take
When asked for it back they laugh and spat
Stating it was never worth all that
We know our worth before
They made us feel so poor
What fore so they can be king
If it was the throne you wanted there was no fight
You could have it with a peasants delight
To be made king over night
Like it was some sort of sight
But now looking down
cant even see the ground
You put yourself on cliff
Away for the earthy life ‘
Do you still feel like a king
when there is no one to sing, your praise
Who is there to give your more of a raise
When you shoo them all way
How do you like the taste of the top
There is only one more stop
I hope you know how to fly
Because you might die
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I have a headache and want to die
With this orb in my eye
Lost vision in my sight
This is such a plight
With nothing to fight
Except the pain in my head
That will not end
Go ahead and send me to hell
Ring the awakening bells
The pain my penance
For being my mother's menace
Goodbye world does one hell of a twirl
Now it's time to give down below a ready go
Let this be known as my final hour…
Oh wait !!
The pain has subsided
About dang timely
Now would you kindly
Forget what I said
I am now off to bed
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God your relentless
That struck a note
Hit me in my bones
Made my blood run cold
It hit like a fatal blow
I didn't like this feeling
am i being a clinger
Like a wet piece of hair
Stuck on your finger
Sour note
in my throat
Like a i should be a float
In the river of shame
Do not like that phrase
On this case
It wasn't intended with care
It was for dullard
I am going to walk away
And that is where I will stay
Out of your hair
In my rightful place
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Zeus devine
Stuck in Kronos time
Unable to leave
this is where i sleep
For millennia has past
I am not sad
I have watch the world grow an crumble
I got to learn it all
Seen citys rise and fall
Watched the waters wipe it clean
Sands bury the scene
And fire burn it to ash
What i learned from these supervised centuries
Is there are a few things that will alway be around
Of course love and hope can always be found
But what struck me the most is the humanity
When everyone is down and out
there's always someone ready to stand for the count
For what is right, they will always fight
For the defenseless and the Innocence until their end
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The cuts are clean
They will heal nicely
The wounds are bound up tightly
Cannot see nothing unsightly
Silver strands lay across the skin when seen
Sporadically laid across the legs
Can be passed off as rough play
True knew either way
If others knew
They never said
Probably too afraid to find us dead
With razor blades in hand or blood already shed
We didn't do it for the fear of dying
We did it because we were tired of lying
To ourselves about how we feel
Never properly taught how to deal
For the pain we felt inside
We were told to always hide
Made it seem like it was our fault
For never wanting to talk
When we were ready and mentally steady
We would come to find we would be dismissed
Stating it was part of the teenage bliss
Never truly knowing if we gained death kiss
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White picket fence dream
Started at the waist high
So you could still wave at your neighbors hi
Then to your shoulder
So you could do peer over and scolder
Now it's it above our heads
No more saying hi to neighbors and friends
Just like that fence
Getting further away
So is the dream we all desperately chase
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It's just a simple achoo
Not like I gave you the flu
Yes I know COVID was a thing
Not saying it ain't
But no reason for all the death stares
For just a tickly nose hair
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