POISONED
POISONED
Why did you kick me?
I ran out of myself.
Looking at the heavens,
I gave my words,
Never in this life and next;
Will I build on broom-sticks.
Such is the story of a man,
Whose faith lies on another.
Checking the records;
I realized that I'm easily played.
I found the way,
But it was late,
Because I'm dead again.
Poisoned by what I see,
But the earth is a place;
Where the unknown surpass the known.
Secure your life,
Learn fast.
C. Timothy jr.
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