vivid thoughtsA Poem by olwethuthando
open wounds will not heal.
Unpleasantness settles in well, and I have my guard up high. Trust not the sweet poison , Spoken by the agendas rested brutally In their stoned souls. The forbidden matter of truthiness is And still is , that everyone is for himself and himself alone. However , others are just too humanitarian to be consumed by selfish acts upon others. the bigger picture , is what this is. only those best adapted to these acts survive . it was like this from the beginning and it shall be up until the end ....except in your unacceptance driven by illusions of what really is and what should be © 2014 olwethuthando |
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Added on June 30, 2014 Last Updated on June 30, 2014 Author
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