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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
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
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