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I’ve earned this plot of dirt For dispassioned worms Crawling In the squalor of man Cast off For the greater good Immersed in my own Treacherous And vengeful lot Cast off For the sprawl of time Where the desperate sink From the weight Of their loveless plight
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He washed ashore Alone At a cold day’s whim Spent, by the wider world Home Was drained and sparse With far and few words Of welcome and joy Few could speak In league With their tired kin Few knew Of the horrors He reaped, so far ago
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Sunbaked nerves Permeate the whole Of this wrecked And time-ravaged home Where panicked reveries Scale, the withered walls To ensnare My most fragile of years Lost resolve Torments the frontal lobe As a reveling ghost Immersed In a mire of distrust
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Never allow it To slip from your fingers In glistening shards Passing, in shades Of sultry red Never allow the cry Of liquid strength To ascend and plume In spires of black Treasure Its nourishing flow Down, to the thankful caverns To stall, your stride in rage Never allow Its thunderous And jagged farewell To…
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Freedom drearily rolls From careless lips Harboring A dull day’s concerns It falls in silence As the ghostly dream So few can hope to attain Freedom rings In pitiful grey So thoughtlessly spared Far and wide Staggering well Beyond its roots To be molded and mangled By the hands Of treachery and clout
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Between words he raged With insides wrung Firm, to their final gust Heaving With all his might The verses stalled Cold In the binds of his throat A repulsive silence hailed Ushering all kin To the roads Of shame and dismay Heaving With mountainous veins His urge to speak Had swollen, to its vile And…
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Fear holds me with care Within its cobwebbed Wooden binds So sorrowfully Soil-bound The scalding death I reap, with festering dread I course With cold despair Bound and gagged Lusting, to emerge restored So pitiful I drown with ease In newfound squalor Rancid, with life-long regret
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With reclaimed posture The bulk of the earth Rolls away In blended, neon rage Elation plagues This brazen vessel Cleaving, the ages With the savagery of want There is no time For the shroud of death Drearily wafting To ensnare Our dearest of dreams There are only the bends That yield tomorrow Beyond all grief…
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All I bear Is desolation The quieted verse Stalled, in the coils of death Dissipate Is the toll I follow Faithfully trudging To its solemn And sobering tune Give in Is the prowling ghost The cancer of dreams Laboring To my final Morsel of whit
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Dissolved in past regrets The quiet enshrouds Lapping All fleeting grains of white Erosion claims me In bountiful heaps In the reeling tide Swelled, with bygone sorrow The silence berates And betrays As a squanderer of youth Until, I am dulled So loathsome, cold and frail What was once Treasured bliss Has grown rabid And…
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