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  Spilled ink and bleeding hearts — An opus of cuts and bruises Hidden scars. Raw-boned, gluttonous, cataclysmic aspirations — Objects of obsessive expectation. There’s no normal, no sign of sanity Just prosper...

 

Spilled ink and bleeding hearts

An opus of cuts and bruises

Hidden scars.

Raw-boned, gluttonous, cataclysmic aspirations —

Objects of obsessive expectation.

There’s no normal, no sign of sanity

Just prosperous calamity.

Flippant friends and absent ears

Our sanctum is but a dream.

Not a blessing

Just one more mouth to feed —

So, the future goes to waste.

Cultures colliding — the cure-less cancer of

Gangsters and guns

Pending protection.

No exit, no future, no hope

Are there any answers?

Broken souls and shadowed hearts

Proxy wars and unworthy stars

Wild riches and unknown glitches

The wealthy glow as poverty grows

These bombs aren’t for you, so don’t be alarmed

But what will you do when you’re not armed?

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