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pathetic and insecure.
Am I all that is real, here inside my mind?
Wandering , wandering, through the pits of denial.
Through this putrid world of corruption and hate,
I find myself following the leader.
I have begun to hate what I see, but yet I seem to believe in what my eyes observe. I start to let the man take control and corruption is beginning to look pure.
Wandering , wandering, through the pits of denial.
Through this putrid world of corruption and hate,
I find myself following the leader.
I have begun to hate what I see, but yet I seem to believe in what my eyes observe. I start to let the man take control and corruption is beginning to look pure.
Published 4th Jan 2012
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4th Jan 2012 9:25am
23rd Feb 2013 7:23pm
Nice poem. I like the way it all flows together. I like the way you compare life to a game of follow the leader
