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Apr 2018
I think of the moment,
The time, the happiness that was stolen,
Wild, thunderous and outspoken,
Forever cursing the wretched politics,
Forever replaying their darkest tricks,
Tongues as sharp as the deadliest sword,
Verbal massacres of my loved ones, enemies all aboard,
How is one so malice,
How are they so callous,
Assassination of every good character,
Who is real, whos is fake, ahh their character,
Hidden agendas in their disgusting persona,
They're awake but in an evil coma,
Tired and lies of their deceit,
I escape in the midst of the night, in discreet
Running, running, getting no where
I turn, they're there
The despair
Captured. They laugh, gloat and bark
Loyalty? Even your shadow leaves you in the dark...
The Lost Poet
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The Lost Poet  England, UK
(England, UK)   
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