Left the group
egg drop soup
Never would i sever when those strings ul leave me loose
obtuse ;
Eating of the fruit that god had blessed me with
some i had let rot he came agressive to address me swift..
Winter days
on the ground he layed
Gazing at the stares as the fed create charades
illusions ;
Many take in what life has to give
others rest assured theres no reason left to live..