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Have Mercy on My Soul
Tearing through the woods
With the devil on my heels
As my trance takes me from the shelves of Walmart
Full of eyes oblivious to the desolate plea in my soul
To the quiet haven of gravel and dust
Where my most innocent wild dreams
Were born
Something in the air takes me from her clutches
As a song wafts through the speakers of my beaten up car.
My hands drop the noose as I stare in horror
And a message comes through divine timing...
Through the screams and choked sobs
From one of the many new niggers of society
I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING DIE
With the devil on my heels
As my trance takes me from the shelves of Walmart
Full of eyes oblivious to the desolate plea in my soul
To the quiet haven of gravel and dust
Where my most innocent wild dreams
Were born
Something in the air takes me from her clutches
As a song wafts through the speakers of my beaten up car.
My hands drop the noose as I stare in horror
And a message comes through divine timing...
Through the screams and choked sobs
From one of the many new niggers of society
I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING DIE
Published 2nd Jul 2021
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Anonymous
2nd Jul 2021 8:57am
The power in this poem is of epic proportions, kitty...
No critiques or feedback
Just honoring the spill.
I hear you.
Thank you for sharing 🙏🏻
🌹 - B
No critiques or feedback
Just honoring the spill.
I hear you.
Thank you for sharing 🙏🏻
🌹 - B
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