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Take Me To The Soil
Where I've bled,
a trail leads to a death bed.
Regenerate my heart,
or prepare as purpose for soil.
Where I'm led,
a thousand dull faces blink
when I enter their chamber.
My only indication --
noticed.
Where I dream go,
a dull memory of repressed guilt
for foolishness inspired by comic heroes.
Too late learned,
they couldn't possibly exist.
It murdered me
to learn I couldn't possibly co-exist
without compassion to inspire confession.
And what would that be? Ignorant, unchangeable.
Blindfold me now.
Back against their wall.
12/3/21
2.4.22 edit
condemn me for my ignorance. As a man, I'm but a child with two parents: one TV.
Brainwashing is too strong of an accusation from one so awkwardly susceptible to think he could fit in.
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