~~~
where the grapes of wrath..
reaps his vine..wears no spine..
breaks a bond..drift from verse rips it'self..
the forbidden fruit..
the skin wears no taste to offer..just the
aftermath of slaughter..
I am pieceful order..I drift in streams..
like superior or the nile
river..no matter how the voice gathers no direction
wears my heart..WEST.. but
mines remains EAST..
in need of prayer..wearing a sigh of life...
HUMAN"
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