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  225.     

White Flag

Lo my past, all I breathe is you;
We dine together, drink wine,
Curse the present which is all but mine;
Thee the thought, I murderer, blood the carcass you call new.

‘Body lives, body lived,
You sleep, you die, you corpse in the grave;
Soul dies, love dies, a victim never brave,
Murder it, murder it, it is all what Homer did.’

‘No soul to eternity, is it so?
Soul murdered then or now, is it the same thence?
Isn’t the present I was here to live, O I know it whence?
The seed of guilt will harvest my grave, when nescience in all I sow.’

Sun is out, the dark on a climb,
Know I not whether to live the soul or bleed it to death,
Greenness, the dark, she now hides my path, should I choke the breath?
Never will I know, to live life, O soul, my eyes, or kill them both, turn as well as blind.
 
Damanio Grewalli

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  226.     

Heartless Words

My whole childhood was filled with hate
Parents yelling and no friends whatsoever
I hid most of the time and refused to come out
Because I didn’t want to face reality and know that you hated me

Your heartless words pierce my soul
Leaving me hating myself, and cursing my existence
After all that I’ve been through this should mean nothing
But it hurts so deep inside, like I’m slowly being murdered

Now I’m just in a different situation
Stuck somewhere I don’t want to be
But of course someone is here
To show me I’m not worthy

Your heartless words pierce my soul
Leaving me hating myself, and cursing my existence
After all that I’ve been through this should mean nothing
But it hurts so deep inside, like I’m slowly being murdered

I’ve cried out at least a million times
Trying to get God to hear me
But every time I try to do something right
You hold me down with evil words

Your heartless words pierce my soul
Leaving me hating myself, and cursing my existence
After all that I’ve been through this should mean nothing
But it hurts so deep inside, like I’m slowly being murdered
 
Emily Reynolds

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  227.     

Living A Murder 4/10/08

Her future is over, she is living a murder.
Awoken at realization, stunned by devastation.
Unable to define, it is life which she will deny.
Obvious is her decision, conspicuous through conviction.

Regret fulfills her, she is living a murder.
No longer close to extraordinary, stricken by conformity.
She had failed drastically, only heading downhill rapidly.
Expected, people will look down upon; Accepted, she'll frown until beyond.

Pain soon to concur, she is living a murder.
 
Sam Fer

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  228.     

I am a murderer.

Shadow of Death, lurks on my way.
I can hear him snickering.
Coming up for me, because
I am a murderer.

Death coming up for me,
With penance for my errs,
Murder jolted for sarcasm
Murder resiled by fling.

Nor hands, nor ropes or knives
For a gift of death and pain,
I’m sorry I couldn’t stop me.
Before I saw your young body dropp slowly,

I’m a murderer, murder for sarcasm.
I killed you in my womb,
A deliberate female foetus termination
I’m a murderer,
Shadow of Death, lurks on my way.
 
Sakkthi Subramaniyam

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