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CATHARTIC
GET IT OUT
IT HURTS
I KNOW
IT IS THE SEED
THAT GROWS MADNESS
AND IT MUST BE RELEASED
TO GROW
AND STRUGGLE
AND DIE
EXORCISE IT
GIVE BIRTH TO IT
DO NOT ABORT IT
FOR IT MUST LIVE
SO IT CAN DIE
OR LIVE FOREVER
GIVE IT ENOUGH ROPE
AND IT WILL TIE ITSELF UP
AND WAIT FOR YOU TO COME
AND FREE IT
AND FREE YOU
BURN IT
IT HURTS
I KNOW
IT IS THE SEED
THAT GROWS MADNESS
AND IT MUST BE RELEASED
TO GROW
AND STRUGGLE
AND DIE
EXORCISE IT
GIVE BIRTH TO IT
DO NOT ABORT IT
FOR IT MUST LIVE
SO IT CAN DIE
OR LIVE FOREVER
GIVE IT ENOUGH ROPE
AND IT WILL TIE ITSELF UP
AND WAIT FOR YOU TO COME
AND FREE IT
AND FREE YOU
BURN IT
Published 26th Feb 2015
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26th Feb 2015 6:50pm
Iridescent ramblings of a Vulgar Latin Tongue; originality. It was worth a head full of rage on the white paper for me. This is a powerful poem, Spanker. Thank you for writing it.
26th Mar 2015 1:06pm
Am I still allowed to notice that you're a lovely thing Pishashee? Sorry about the pain.
