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By Christopher Sedgwick


my guardian angel or sin

Provider of the truth and lie I am in

A world denounced and people

So putrified and sick within

I hate you

Rid this world of the misused life

Slice the sea and watch the blood pour

And the people seep into the vastness


You lie, your vapid smile hides no mercy

Your face is a religion

A false prophet

A fallacy

Dim, dark, delusional



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