Monday, September 17, 2012



Saved this cage, inconsistencies
Hideous look taking this horizon
Well before my step disappoint
I do not want or need more clemencies
Woven by the hands of innocence
Taking huge pollution source,
I cannot and perhaps even point
The deaths that I carry on bullying.
I welcome my ghosts and avenge me
Though he knows well every Sunday
The weight of the week to come,
Accrued pain and discord
I do not want nor intend for such shenanigans
Reap what they planted here or there.


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