Curse
A poem I wrote some years back. I thought I'd publish this piece for someone to enjoy.
You must truly forgive this place
Though it’s not worth it
Every cinch of this maladjusted realm
Infected
However
Never forget yourself
For you know what you did
My guts are stinking
My heart is sinking
My thoughts are spinning
Total compelled hatred
Of those who feed lies
-
It’s on the TV
The fucking media
Distorting the World
This place full of beauty
And love
Blown up
And burnt
And we watch it on the internet
And TV
For you know what you did
You worthless piece of dung
Attributing to everything that is wrong
-
Only the lord
The queen
The whatever
The Universe
The indifferent watcher
Knows that we cursed ourselves
The curse of hate
So forgive
Don’t let it spread
In your brain
Your mind
Your soul
-
By Bazooka Teaches
About the Creator
Bazooka Teaches
A regular Joe that is just surviving the struggle. Loves to write and is constantly fighting the forces of evil.
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