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What else can we expect Nothing more, Nothing less, Within a world Of turmoil and mess, Where dark clouds From dark storms a mass, On horizons from dawn to dusk, More frequently than we have ever seen, Do you still think climate change As just make believe, As the storms roll in And the winds…
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I see the countless Senseless deaths, Of other species Everyday, Pride lions, Ancient Rhinos, Elephants being displayed Like trophies, By these men and women Who lack enough compassion To even care, I see these great wild beasts Silent now and still And I ponder on the fact, That they were not Killed because of risk,…
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We are trapped in an iĺlusion That we are free and in control But free and in control of what? Our own captivity? We are the guards that keep our own souls Incarcerated in a cell, Dreaming of a freedom But with no one else to tell, Through fear of being seen as crazy But…
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She goes out He stays home, She likes to play He like a to know, They love each other Of this they both know, They both feel In joint control, Her desires high His are low, He let’s her go She will always Come home, With tales of nights He loves t to hear, He…
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She was in love under his will, he determined everything in her life, how to look and dress, how to act and what to say, she thought that he knew best, he treated her as if he owned her body, mind and soul, to be fair she got off on being taken and controlled,…
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He released her far to easy, he said she ‘wasn’t good enough’ can you believe this, she was finer so why undermine her? he was nothing to write home about himself, he thought he was god’s gift, thought he was amazing but if he had a crystal ball to gaze in, he would have seen…
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I visit the river to annoint myself in it, To baptise and cleanse my soul and being, To allow it to wash over and through me, The river is my saviour It is my purifying salvation. As I feel the riverbed of silt and stone Shift beneath my feet and slowly bury them, I feel…
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