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Void Of Consolation

Driven to the edge again
Till I arrive safe and sound
Sinister wind pierces skin
Within the world we’re bound

Torment grows on the street
Broken people dead inside
Where saints and sinners meet
Rolling against a selfish tide

Simmering in a hellish heat
Souls linger without a home
Walking to this wicked beat
Beneath the heart of Rome

Poets write about Society
Steeped in keen observation
Though it feeds off anxiety
While void of consolation
Written by DamianDeadLove (Damian DeadLove)
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