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Oct 2019
Yeah! it goes as it goes
it is as it is
sing my songs in the market square
and write your fables as sages and scribes
open my soul with blunt sabres and dance in split blood
give me names and titles tied in rags and camphor *****
laugh gaily and follow the trails to the guillotine awaiting
Yeah!
I take the blame though blameless for these sins
but know that an innocent sacrifice begets retribution
as malice cuts in gashing gores and words drip with hemlock
my hue of coal only but readily attracts the flaming fire angst
thus take this blood and if it be my end I will require no blindfold
but permit me a word dear foes
Please know
None here has been a friend
no one held out a hand or a few kind words
see from my eyes how a blameless man is cursed
and held in rack and ruins
see how he called out to a neighbor posing as a friend
hear me, see my plight for I am forlorn and foreign to all this
only to be mocked and insulted
only to be shouted down and betrayed
all these from one shown  nothing but kindness and care
So be my days be extended, be my time reconsidered
in torrential rains or warming radiant sunshine
Please know I say now earnestly open and true
you may writeΒ Β infinite words
and plant a forest of seeds
swing it here and fling it there
twirl and twist and spin in endless revolves
take it as you may - I hitherto declare in full senses and sanity
I have no friends for none but none had the heart and grace
and to that I reached for in hurting throes
tossed me garbage and sought with aplomb to belittle me
hence, for as dishonorable as it may be
there's no forgiveness in this heart of mine
for that friend that never was
for a deeper cut is yet to be found
So be it the gallows or live another day
I am done,
I am done
I am done.........
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
(M/London)   
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