Of laughing winds that wound round my mind
Or the forgotten years
As I casually stroll through time
I view the world with my usual bitter eyes
I don’t dream anymore
Of loving words whispered in my ear
The touch of a kind hand
My world is dark and foreboding
My breath drips with revenge
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And acknowledge the responsibility for starving children’s cries.
For the blood red and stagnant that flows through the streets
For the deaths of struggling farmers and poor families in distant lands
And those you will never meet.
The song of suffering is your composition.
One day America
You must speak the truth.
That we have left the bones of other humans in the ground.
Because their lives provided no political or monetary advantage
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In concocting different personas
A writer must enhance their creations
By ignoring those who malign the rendition
Providing those that do agree
With a sense of smug elation
This tangled helix was created from lost thoughts
And writers worship of imagination.
One of the components of a gordian knot
Is first and foremost the dominant personality
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The topic I present to you is manipulation
In the process as a reward
Provide you with cerebrel sensations
Direct you're psyche on the path the elites choose
You're mind and vote are what they want to use
Parasites they play on your loyalty to the nation and sympathy
Crow loudly about their public good deeds and humanity
All the while fingers crossed behind their backs
Unreadable faces
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My thirst for revenge was so great
The earth trembled in fright
And in my unbounded fury
Blinded the sun itself
And flung the moon from the sky
The stars fled from their cluster’s sparkling ever so bright
The universe conceded, vanquished, cowered and cried
My anger was vehement
HeavIng forth oceans from their beds
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It is common knowledge amongst those of ink and pen
There are many that flee from the light
Those who yearn with all their being for endless nights
As shimmering stars forever fade from the sky
The silent ones who thrive and bloom in the cold darkness
Devoid of sound and beyond human sight
Kindred souls writhing in tempestuous maniacal rhyme
Boldly defiant of normalities laws, realities, boundaries, and time.
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In concocting different personas
A writer must enhance their creations
By ignoring those who malign the rendition
Providing those that do agree
With a sense of smug elation
This tangled helix was created from lost thoughts
And writers worship of imagination.
One of the components of a gordian knot
Is first and foremost the dominant personality
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