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An empty Life

Life's all a mystery
Me an unguarded territory
I'm a rose in thorns
Dogs feed on fleshless bones
What's left of me?
What's left to see?
All consumed in lust,
I'll return to dust
My mother bore me in sweat
She raised me in wealth
She thought me purity
"Keep holy your sanctuary"
She spared not the rod
And we worshiped God
But as nature took away
The very essence of my existence,
All joy and hope went away
Leaving a blink present
Filled with ruthless torture
So that I saw no future
Life's all potholes
Scoring no goals
Written by victorylove
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