Visceral verses

The sickening sounds of visceral verses

Slicing the air of words spoken with care

Words meant to provoke the feeling of the yoke

Not to anger , but humble as the ego tumbles

Weakening knees that buckle under the pleas

The admittance of transparency

And the truth of harsh reality

There’s no discrepancy in the feelings

That leave the soul reeling

Lost in paradise, to hell’s device

The soul that knows it place

The unworthiness of beauty ever pressed to face

The pathetic notion of ever knowing sweetness

The surge of purging adequacy

Yet contentment in disgrace

With the seal of permanent


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