Convenant blood is thicker
than water of the womb.
To the tomb
we sojourner quicker
Because life is shorter.
Marinated like a cake with strifes sharper
than a dagger.
My hands blistered
Oozing blood… ……… …..
Wounds flickered
Dark creases.
Tears dripped equiped with salty quacks.
Cheeks weighed with forlorn.
Garlorns of despair.
Without hope of repair
Scanty trains of tomorrow’s wins
Elaborated , multiflowered pallets of fins
Of floppy flimsy family ties.
Quacks of slacks of marks of dilapidated parks
Sad building staring, sick to endure
The magic of professional Craftsman
Weary road signs past their primes
Hurt human hearts
Like infertile drones on fairly tale petals
Stinking human flesh.
Fresh of a bomb blast and gun shots.
Farts of hunger striken dogs
Loitering around wagging their tails
Like mating is a dating season during reasons turn.
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