I won’t bend,
Apologize nor mend the pain,
The aim is to let it burn,
Blend it within the rain,
Cane the limp,
Exempt from contempt,
Meaning my speech rests within the gates of silence,
My eye lids heavy,
Levy the hate,
Skate the subject, but the taste is but bait
To hold the weight of one’s’ faith,
Misplaced… This late arrival
Is but a game that won’t wear the role of survival
Nor hold the lines of the bible,
But rather a fable incapable of segregation,
Its temptation shaken at the core,
Ignored and torn from the seam
Although the seam seems
As if it can withstand the force
Of a coarse voice;
Of course the course
Of action is misunderstood from the source
And thus its entertainment ignorance,
For that neglect plays the role of intelligence to the ignorant…
The illiterate and fragile minded
Signs the times to the truth being a lie,
Circulation tied as it were a wish of death,
The breath is worthless,
A pointless becoming,
Numbing to the thought,
Motionless to the limb,
Skim the meaning,
Half of the defined confuses the mind,
Misinterprets the time
As if the body was influenced by the ingestion of wine,
Intoxicating to the imagination,
Ignorance to the attention,
Call it null and void to who misreads it.

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