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Jul 2020
Dark demented young soul,,
fire consuming bright eyes,
traveling this broken road alone,
lost on a path hunting true devotion,

insanity coursing in these hollow veins,
walk with me to witness
a depraved mind running blind,
dividing lines blurring right or wrong,
only the wicked could live so long
in a journey so twisted,
yet reality shows me my true frailty
in one calamity,
true tragedy was my extremity,

In the end I'll load up this chamber,
finally lights out,
Solid stainless destroying empty sadness
with a cleansing clatter & flash,
one round to destroy
a sick Madness with a beautiful blast
Written by
Jessie Harry Jackson  29/M/Kentucky
(29/M/Kentucky)   
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