Friday Dejavu

Condemn to the prison of existence,
You cannot get out of life alive.
I beg for explanations,
Life offers some stroke of condemnation.
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True love is sweet in movies,
In real life we're all novices.

Emotions is best express in drama,
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I came on time,
When the world sink with slime,
Where children fear no pride,
And serpent dwells with men.
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Lost to lust,
My flesh of dust.
Desiring pleasure_
Though in torture.
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I pray for grace
To fondle my wife
The way I fondle my phone.
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When she smiles heaven leaps,
When she bath angels stares.
Irresistible fate draw us near,
Makes my soul wander In vain.
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He wakes and thank no gods,
In his hands his soul he claims.
Freedom he claims to have,
But his will is chain in cave.
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Gone are days of shovel and hoes,
Where food was harvested from holes.
This are days of butter and bread,
Internet and bundles gives daily bread.
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I know you not you like my post,
You know me not you profess your love.
We are closer than the sun and the sky,
Yet far away like moon and sun.
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Maybe, am more than this
Maybe, am not here
Maybe, am all I need,
Maybe, there is more than this.
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We are a dot in time
Living as though we exist.
Time betray us all
We are a fragment of everything.
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In my head I hear my voice
In my dreams I see myself,
In part I desire my taste
A pot of coal I get instead.
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In my head I hear my voice
In my dreams I see myself,
In part I desire my taste
A pot of coal I get instead.
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Why term me a fool_
because I bend not to your rule?
Bullet can off the sound,
but can it distort the massage?
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As the events unfold
I keep my hands fold,
As solipsism prevail,
Evil men travail.
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We are scared of who we are,
We run from ourselves to no avail.
Why do we abandon them
When we are all like them.
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Why do we pray?
in darkest ray,
we grope in the tombs,
fruits from our thumbs.
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Love they claim is funny,
Sweet like drops of honey
illusive as the idea of money,
yet abuse and rejected by many
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Vampires are back
blood dripping from their beck,
Innocent children in the cave
Our poor souls they crave.
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Sound of hope bombs my ears,
faith and tears breaks my heart.
innocent blood sweeten my coffee,
save the land, kill the killers.
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