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Saturday, March 5, 2022
Some more poetry
I stood there solid, hard like a stone grave built on a solid foundation
i get sick as a zombie when there is a feeding frenzy
i mean i have the brains for this shit, why do I? i keep playin myself
i ask the gods to keep the dead outta my wits
its outta my league, ghost stories of the unreincarnated
mixed together with the devils vials of blood and petrified venom
so who ties these ties that bind
blasphemy and days of askin thee, is who is the forsaken
and who stands out as if you were a blue colored satan
freaks get together and hang above the anvil
waiting to get dropped with bad dialogue
dub they for who they may not, spit sadness in the heart of man
i share the visuls of blind men
huddled in a circle, telling ghost stories
of how it felt, putting thier hands on them
soaked with the blood purity
etched are the scars that kept us together