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Someone Call The Medic...

Frustration
completion of telegraphical words  
on these tainted waves of electric
a shock like no other
not of lightening  
but by mental continuation to overrule these
 
Domination  
can be a damnation
poisons of power
dilutes richness of truth
the soul
we slowly die
pollution to an extinction
 
Medicine
what shall be prescribed  
complexity of human
leading to
an indefinite cure
 
Is there a resolution to be found...
 
Our soul, what shall be combine

 
Written by NightReverie
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