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Poetry

There's not much to tell, Except I Have much to say. And I Will everyday, So I've Learned & managed to express , A little more in a lot Less.

The Mangled Journey.

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by The_WorldBreaker

by The_WorldBreaker

I'm afraid i began on a Blue Note...

through glass

I Saw the light

what a loss, and gain In the grey.

This is the Hum's edition

OF a Man on A salary Mission

of Mixed Justice

the West Indian economy poor

and yet they adored

the Mangled Jury

Angels of life ,

I've not yet found my true Paradise

mature 'n' sleazy poems.

Timeless to say

Demons of life ,

my angel is here to stay,

and you will go some other way

if not by the knife.

Rest in peace Rats

and to the ceased cats

i hope your happy.

when im king or queen

i'll rule stress free

let my wisdom cling, linger and ingrain

no action should be in vain

when ridding the politics of polar greed

with no need for division into them... and those..

why we live IN a society Like this,

nobody knows...