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A Tribute to the Bastards (From Bastards of the New World)

In the times of a life you become broken  
& bruised but refuse to lay down  
for any other soul. Feeling misused drunk  
off hope & a muse to neglect all the memories  
of pain. Feel a warmth in clouded skies  
know that the rain pours inside when you open your eyes  
to the present. Far from a gift  
since the cord was snipped  
you pray to a mirrored Godd cuz you hone Him.  
Self divine love will get you sent to the morgue  
& with chaos restored youll see all faith collapse. Stuck  
in this zone you use to call your home  
but its now ravaged & honed you can't cope  
with that. Plagued by the storm of the misgenetically born  
they claim bear sharp but you know the facts. Take a life formed  
whats the use when its owned not self owned  
but Whats life but a jail zone.  
Eras replaced by  
eras retraced  
eras erased by  
eras defaced.  
My home is a dream in a restless space.  
To know love is to know pain.  
& I often get lost.  
Lost in the truth of blame.
Written by mniw
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