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If you stare at
a light long, hard
enough every-
thing around its
glow goes black, dark.
The light and you.

“Us against the world”
In the light you
can see some of
yourself just too
much and enough.
So to became
necessary
to see one’s way.

Remember when
the light burns out
and you can’t see
yourself.
But impending
darkness.

Remember
that the true
light isn’t
external
however it’s
really within.
The winter sky is dark, there is no moon;
The taxi’s lights reflects off tin can houses;
Taxi bump, a dog not a speed ****, driver will stop until noon;
Rival taxi speeds past with a bang by the side with the man and his spouse;
Her blood bitterly decorates the 18-seater, Lesha from Khayelitsha.
The taxi war in Cape Town.
  Jul 2021 Coffee with Cream
Brett
The wick is fading, and I have no matches left
In this dark abyss where I sit depressed
My valiant heart has become a perch for crows
Smile shaped in stone
Each embrace stiff and cold from my marbled soul
My arms depict a grasping hand
Reaching for a world these etched eyes will never know
Trapped in the heart of a withered artist
His mad dealings mold and make me
A victim of his musings
Crafted in a candlelit madness
Delicate delusions and vague allusions
To courage in the many veiled faces of death
Carved and set at the base of the steps
Statuesque
My friend, my hero, never fought
villains but the depression in my youth
she did over and over until depression brought
me out. the blues became my truth
however i became my own hero. the war!
i battled the night to fight the day until
i fought day to night, night to day. it bore
a me: confident, happy and stronger willed.
My friend, my hero, never returned.
I believe I’m being a little paradoxical but, with the introduction of depression in my life, I could never retain the happy imagination i had before.
You burnt down,
you burnt down the church.

You burnt down,
you burnt down the church.

You burnt down,
you burnt down the church!

Where do you demons go to repent your sins?

Baby Moses was found floating in a basket
Lit the pages and you put him in a casket
Church bells rung and ran its course
Everything of evil’s euphoria was enforced

You’re not a mother to beseeched for
You burnt down the church at the age four
Joy emigrated from her face
Hatred immigrated to her face
Sicken the lamb, you committed sacrilege
Destroyed everything, even a pilgrimage...
The cross was in flames of your scorn
Only remains the crown of thorns

You burnt down
You burnt down the church

You burnt down
You burnt down the church

You burnt down
You burnt down the church

How much goodness that child could of done?
If sins done to her were undone.
(Besides the wrong the things that the people inside the church do) The church symbolises innocent. The innocent being damaged by the evil act of the mother ****** her four years old daughter. Why? Why do you do something so evil? Why?
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