I see you with my grateful eyes
As your mercy pours forth
Upon the face of the earth
And the heavens thunder
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the jealous woman
woe to who finds her
the epitome of rife
she cuddles cynicism and vitriol
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My thought process is like rush hour traffic
With intermittent flashes of images
Like the effect of street lights
On a motioned vehicle on a Friday night.
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A raving antithesis to the break of dawn
And fights sunrise with the spill of fawn
It spreads its spell like the barf of ghoul
Upon the beauteous spritely soul
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In the real wonders of the earth,
Truth lies in the line between reality and idealism
Between logic (wisdom) and foolishness
Exaggeration and euphemism
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THE GHOST OF GREED
Turning a blind look to their dearth
Drowning in their spoils
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THE GHOST OF CORRUPTION
He soils his grasp
With their throes
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THE GHOST OF POVERTY
Ash looks, pale minds
Wrinkled lines running through
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THE GHOST OF DEATH
It’s of fatality and finality
Spells of the end,
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In between the digit of his penning
He weaves the will of his minions to his desired design
He speaks and spurns, you speak he strikes
Taming trust and tide
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