My Child

My child, were you born perhaps to die? Sweet child, was that the reason you cry? I brought you in this world filled with grime Sound the trumpets of darkness sans rhyme Because of myself I brought you pain; I gave you the flesh apt to be slain. I curse the one who created me; And […]

https://januswithnothing.wordpress.com/2016/05/12/my-child/

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only we can save ourselves.

only we can save ourselves. felt like i was living like a modern day hermit in an urban metropolis surrounded by millions, but never interacting with no one. a bunch of strangers surround everyone. we need more guns. need more guns. riding the train, and a bunch of bodies rest and crash against from all […]

http://urbanpoetrees.com/2016/04/22/only-we-can-save-ourselves/