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Published by Martin Santos
A short poem for my dark days.
A short poem for my dark days.

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Published by: Martin Santos on Feb 07, 2013
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Sorrows grow in soil .of desperation Fertilized with hatred, c ultivated .by desperate ambition With bloodied knife we stab .the earth and gouge it with petrol Setting fire to dreams .others engineered We rec kon the pleas of anxiety …yet we do .nothing .We stare blankly ,We are the soldiers of jealousy a murder of c rows .in surveillanc e .Flesh we seek to devour From the c onvent of the pious .our destination deviates We marc h in harmony to death .we perpetuate ,Judas embrac ed us with his soiled c loak .dirtied hands His bony finger lathered .in that mac abre liquid .Silver c oins jingle in c ac ophony Disc ord wakes the silent night that we fear .hosts our nightmare The noose fits perfec tly the gentle .slope of the c ollar Rest we c onsumed as the last .wind esc apes the lungs

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