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john-b Poems

black is my mind my body and soul white the light but it still looks yellow past the point were turning back is not an option revenge is only folly if success is valid conquest belittling immigrants who settled for scraps off our battlements preposterous pledges by parliament only campaigning for the next election correction only acting for praises by thespians who digress me again its a mess, sin. what I'm saying is puppeteers puppet them and they speak in voice roll 440 A is what rock sold watch the room get cold but even if I said it you still likely wouldn't know its old giving rhythm to a message, that predates me but the soul pours forth, so as for digging my feet I may as well be digging a hole like a mold compulsion perpetual veritable intervals in a vexing verbose burying any chance for understanding overwhelming cowardice forces most to just live with it a mask makes a brave man so one day well rise again hiding in sub-text my plain sight re-utterance if you do nothing you change nothing now shut up and forget I said anything gooble gobble