IT speaks

a deformed man, IT speaks, English poem
Invaders of our crimes
Atrocities, divided by half
in the mouth we all die.
Deformations take a price
to exercise and to demand,
A half way of life
of death,
you just pretend
The admiration
lost in all deception
Smile for a cause, spirited
away and reformed
Disgust of beauty, as it was
again you are
stuck in mud, from within I am
Eager to run
away, from nowhere
I will not be found.
Myself and I, we are longing
another day to pass
by a glimpse of life, to be wasted
one teardrop becomes a lake
when wastelands become familiar
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