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Temporary material  substance

Your fighting to survive  
Living with half an angel wing and a knife to fight  
You pray that your soul gets saved if you see a arch angel is out
You pray hard that your soul gets saved
While you deceive the poor  
Letting them take shelter under your half ripped wing  
Have them begging for mercy  
At the cost of your selfish addictions, spawning your selfish hate  
You smear it onto anyone like
army paste  
 
Who  
Will latch on long enough  
To get your temporary substance?  
The substance  
That you can't even rely on
Written by Aptsky (Saira Audrey Furner)
Published
Author's Note
Wrote this poem a few years ago
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