9. Cannibal
Limp limp you dead body,
That's all you've got left.
You sold your soul for money
In such a decadent way.
Limp and contort your body,
All you have is broken bones.
You are soon to be forgotten;
What yet remains, remains to rot.
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Spectacle of an Era
PoesiaA collection of thirteen intertwined poems and short stories. For the reader of a technologically globalized world Who has some time to spare When all begins to crumble.
