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Sep 2017
We are born in times of Herod, but never flee,
From Holy to sin mutation erupted in our mist,
Consumed by **** screen to scream in addiction cage,
We set our bodies free, let them hunt hormones.

We created a Universe in our nakedness,
Exposed twinkling stars,
Empty Souls.

A relationship with darkness
Lights off,
Incubus and succubus collided.

And He said, "Who told you that you were naked?
Genesis 3:11

Things we learn when our parents close Eyes praying for us are poisonous,
We kissed dead bodies sacking their venoms
Slowly we carry souls in our backs.

We are lost.
Bongani 'Malambule' Sibanyoni
Written by
Bongani 'Malambule' Sibanyoni  25/M/South Africa
(25/M/South Africa)   
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