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Webbed Roads
The imminent via before you and me
Grant the, was a path
A danger zone with hidden signs
For wherever I was;
This place hung winding webs
Torturing me with its adhesive venom
To Them, I am no more than pray
Breaking apart, the hero stranded inside
With their threatening claws over me
They turn away with shattering fears
Leaving me to rot…
Into my unnatural corps
Among these deserted streets
Hang many lament sirens
Where the changing lanes
Have turned to miss
And so… never to carry
Bumps and turns; dead ends and more
To be lost in
And to loose myself.
Before You
_________I did not live
I merely walked upon this empty street we call life
My body caring nothing but soulless treasures
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