A People Abandoned.

• Written by Anonymous

so crayons and pain's mist
in whispered little secrets
mixed into the deepness
of reason to meet
with harmony
just part of me.
bar to be missed
the margin of wisdom
twisted in death's draw,
brawlin' been test
now haul in a crest
the swell is
a pull to see well
in the cold I fell from
the belt spun.
welcome to sell some,
My hell done reached
kata to do.
Not as if I need to
maca to brew.
comin' I'm paddle
dumb in seattle
thumb on the rattle
blood spin, we battle
but bat's turn to serpents.

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