Quagmatic Poem by Izik Alcox

Quagmatic



viciously unraveled, the fruits of my soul are discovered
Initializing the departure of a new failing security blanket
Conform to ever growing pills of society's treachery
Buried in the resins of peoples guilty pleasures
To inflict pain onto those who don't deserve it

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