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thesnakeofeden
15/F/Rainy Old Britain. “Like all lovers and sad people, I’m a poet.” / I’m also an artist and a student. / I have autism and use music and poetry as an escape (as well as my bed). / As you may have guessed, I’m a fan of Good Omens.
We’re there We’re visible Maybe to a family member Or a long time friend Or a favourite teacher But to everyone else We’re invisible Occasionally We become visible To a group that’ll punch our faces in Of course we’ll be visible to the doctors How else will we heal? But after that We’re invisible Until the group strikes again Can you see me?
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Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 5:23 AM UTC
The Invisible
How do people stay alive? How do people get by each day? How to people get by under pressure? How do people get by without love? How do people get by all?
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Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 8:56 AM UTC
Staying Alive
Demons don’t need horns They don’t need to be given The horns, the pitchfork, Or the tail Because not all demons are that bad When I was younger I used to believe That demons just upped And left heaven Or were thrown out Because they weren’t like The angels Then they got to hell And realised That heaven was just like hell But with a better view. So now Hell is empty And all the devils are here (On Earth)
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Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 8:24 AM UTC
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