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 Feb 17 Khoisan
Mike Adam
I see a Pyramid
In your Eyes

It contains Who
I used to Be
All this torment is no jest —
It's the beasts that set the stage.
Like a parasite, they feast,
Draining life with silent rage.
Filth and frenzy,
Lies keep spreading.
The more brazen,
The more blatant
Grows their preaching.
Vile and screeching,
Till the herd is drowning deep—
Trust the evil, stay asleep!
Disasters—pros can stage them well,
To keep the slaves in mental hell.
That you’re in deep—no fool will see,
They'll let it slip unconsciously.
 Feb 16 Khoisan
Gerry Sykes
crisp brown leaves
on white ground–
pristine
 Feb 16 Khoisan
itsmekacey
i am all alone
please don't lie and say
i am loved
because that's simply not true
life is pointless
why would you ever say
there's hope for me

(now read bottom up)
 Feb 16 Khoisan
Caits
if I take anything
to my grave
whether it be shallow
or deep
let it be
that I was loved
the way I asked to be loved
I have not stopped repeating that in my head since first hearing it on ‘The Last of Us’
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