My soul is filled with poison of the world


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Politically Poetic

My soul is filled with poison of the world I can’t live among you people Life has become as complex as crosswords I hear bells from wicked steeples. The burning liqueur down my throat Is my relief from agony and from despair How foolish am I to believe That someone cares about my welfare. Already down, can’t get up Or if I can, what would be the meaning? A demon called me a lost soul The demon wasn’t dreaming. Don’t cry for me my dear mom, Don’t cry for me my sister. I have been your long lost son A brother without a home. A drifter. Tomorrow you’ll forget about my existence Tomorrow you’ll carry on With claims “depression was persistent” “his life just started; he was thirty-one”. Hate is killing you while you are breathing Selfishness entrapped you like a caged bird. I can’t live among you people, My…

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