Curt goes, “Woohoo”

My soul

Is at best

The lie

On behest

Of a scoundrel

A soldier

A dead man

And so, it seems

 

That I believe in

Nothing

Dirt and earth

Grime and slime and

Whispers

Growing ever so quiet

As time goes

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10-10-2019

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