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Nov 2016
******* hate
It's ******* fate
*******
To scenes of ****
To this date
I can't relate
To growing rates
Of things of late.

I want to strangle
Every angel
Who sings to me
And says I'm able
To change my mind
And live in peace,
**** my ****
For my "relieve".

Their tempting song
Is flat out wrong
It needs more gong
And further on
I move for it
To be removed,
For peace and love
Are absurdly shrewd.

We are born with hands
Yet may not steal,
We are born with hate
We may not feel,
We're born of ****
And *** appeal
And yet it's wrong
To cope a feel.

An able body
And sound mind
Are all you need
To have a time
The weak are here
To make up rhymes
And serve the strong
For the rest of time.

Are you confused?
So you choose,
You stare at words
And see no truth.
You hide with morals
Beliefs and quarrels
Instead of realizing
You are mortal.

Slit my throat
It's worth a joke,
A little laugh
Is all I had
To give away
Or ask to take,
I made too many
Dumb mistakes.

A raspy cackle
Unlocks my shackle
And sends me on
Into his arms,
The sun rolls up
And tilts a cup
And spills the
King's cheap wine.
There's no point to note, when all that I've noted goes unnoted. No one notes any notes belonging to unnoted notes!

EDIT: in the 4th stanaza I changed "yet may not feel" to "may not steal". I didn't mean to type "feel" the first time. My bad!
Alahzoooom
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