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Invisible (for the Forgotten and the Victims of Searing Injustice)

Nobody seems to care for

What cannot be Seen

But when I look into the Mirror,

I don’t only see Me and

It cannot be Clearer

that I am but a function of We.

No one can Decieve

Nor make me Believe

that my Mind is a Sieve

To make me Live as a Piece

of this Hideous machine

That turns it’s Insidious,

Vacant Engines

with it’s Darkly

Suicidal Intentions,

think not of those

Who Find others to Blame

but Seek the depraved

and Lose my own Name to

Leave the whole World

Decaying in Shame

and look up to the Stars

and Beyond the Tame

Cities broken Boondox

Terrestrial shattered

Civilized Paradox

The Things I See when the Lights go Out

Fascinatingly, Terrifying

It doesn’t matter, shut them Out

These ghosts in my Head

That I cannot get out

Titanic Mistakes which

I did make

and though my Life is Not empty

It’s still far from Full

Those who are Forgotten

my Soul still does Pull

closer ever to my Heart

Which is not One

But billions tied

To All who suffer and

All those who Cry

And When my Eyes are shut

I Still can see

The Victims right

In front of me

Those who are blind

and Narrow in Mind

never think to care

For whats Righteous or Fair

And if you’ve been to the bottom

Can you comprehend what’s on top?

Dark, red Blood on

a Long, cold Blade

and All of the Ghosts

Suddenly

Fade

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The Elegant Eaglet and the Menacing Man who hunts Guy

The Elegant Eaglet flies far far above the horizon

So young so bold yet so naive

I stand with my menacing German Mauser firearm on a small cliff, crouched to avoid detection

So Stealthy so powerful yet so vulnerable

The Eaglet swoops, her beautiful movement like that of an exotic dancer in a dimlit club on a friday night

So sensual so entrancing yet so innocent

I sit in a prone position in my camoflauge with my merchant of death weapon in hand

So cladestine so strong yet so weak

The Eaglet slows up and passes me at an angle of elevation of 30 degrees

So slow so smooth yet so fast

I pull the trigger of my rifle and the bird falls out of the air to the ground

So dead so dead yet never more so alive.


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