Igor Wolfson (26/12/1989)
Objection! Hate obstructs my breathing
Infected soul dying in prison
Eruption and destruction holds
My thoughts that come as manifolds
They trying to escape, don't kill them
I'm trying to pretend I do not see them
Emotion - just a moving ease
A breeze... And then you drown in grease.
To fight is useless, use your mind
Your kind will not survive the grind
And poems... Poems all over the place
And fire and love and everything else...
I know what to be, I know where to stop
And knowing that makes me a wonderful mock
And then, I usually play. And then I usually die
Revive me, alive me, don't stop me... Don't cry.
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