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For Your Entertainment



I wasnt born yesterday/
But to demonstrate/
A better way/
To the world I left to face/
My demons, I'd levitate/
Above them to spread the faith/
I penetrate-/
D the devastation/
Of my past and went away with/
A breath of bated/
Air sent to fade with/
The setting rays in/
The Sun's weather changing/
Pressing play then/
Deftly taming/
My deafened frankness/
With letters, pages/
And celestial greatness/
This wasnt for your entertainment/
But rather the end of slavery/
From my flexing brain that/
Had me upset and anxious/
You bet I played with/
The odds stacked against me, I relish hatred/
From the others obsessed with glazing/
Over the past instead of accepting anguish/
I sat with patience/
But instead of taking/
The chances I said I gave them/
They pressed and strangled/
My already distressed restraint and/
I let my ancient/
Secrets set ablaze the/
World they'd been acquainted/
With, and I dont regret my statements/
Yet I won't rest and bathe in/
Senseless anger/
Even if it makes me the pariah/
You're likely/
To see in curt lines for/
The first time in/
Three years, but I've learned righteous/
Reason isnt enough, it doesnt burn brightly/
Or unfurl kindly/
I burst lightning/
Across your burst skies and/
Curbed lively/
Laziness for a dirge silenc-/
Ing your unearned blindness/
To her plight and/
My own, you dont deserve ice and/
Soothing where it hurts nightly/
I purged lifleless/
Currs like a/
Soldier riding/
Through a sojourn firing/
From a firm rifle/
With murder writhing/
In his cured mind and/
What he endured lighting/
The way through the dirt gliding/
Through the air, ash and germs, grime and/
The fall of unearthed idols/
But I'm sure I'm the/
Public enemy/
And you're done defending me/
Punch obscenities/
Towards me, scrubbing endlessly/
To erase me from the youngests' memories/
But I'm beckoning/
Still, if you want to come and question me/
Or even expunge and lecture me/
We'll have lunch and press the seams/
Together and leave them lush and dressed to be/
Beautiful, because love is tethering/
Even if the ends are rough and leathery/
Do you trust my sentences/
Or are you still hushing mentioning/
Me to the other members we/
Pretend arent wondering, questioning/
Where I've been since the beginning of 2017/
We'll see what's done in restlessly/
Following months and pressuring/
Instances, just know that even when we're out of touch and dead to each/
Other, never doubt that we can crush these negative/
Rusty energies/
Because we're one and everything/
And your love replenishes me/

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I cant sleep/
Because these damn bleat-/
Ing fat sheep/
Harass me/
With thoughts of home everlasting/
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