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May 2018
"apprently"
i blinked
and the horde
of the spectacle
of life took
to making
        a grievance;

there are
but so many
pontius pilates
"crying"
before the crucifix
         gestures;

hell is no home,
to find relief...
    *** the ones
who have known
and acknoledged it...

  laying blame is hardly
the simple gesture
of washing one's
                        hands...

death becomes,
hardly (the) saviour.

what impetus?
               what?!
franchise of apparently
"living"
   the good life...

                   what?!
celebratory video
shmuck...
       of...
               pretending it's
not a waiting "game"?
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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