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Mar 2019
Death is not a dream for the internet
You can escape the guilt when you bite
Inside your mind you know you’ve never met
These creatures begin with a fight

Can you sit down & see what you see?
There isn’t a place for those kind of thoughts
You can be you, but I can’t stand and be me
I won’t call you, there will be no courts

Sliced from home, cut from their right
Into the belly of convenience, scold the poor
There will be no just, deaf ears of the plight
Into the gate, behind the closed door

Enjoy the glory, feel the pleasure
I won’t sit back & gorge this way
The young are here, you can measure
I’m standing now, I won’t let them stay

I know you see what you see
You know I see what I see
I won’t change your mind today
But one day we will all repay

This isn’t a game to them
Live for everything & anything
Cut open the roots & stem
I will love for anything & everything
Khyle Manby-Evans
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Khyle Manby-Evans  26/M/Shrewsbury, UK
(26/M/Shrewsbury, UK)   
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