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Nemesis


like a thorn of pain rants 

Around my pants 

Moments from the limits if i squint

You paused to call it quit

I wished  to repine i wish to incline 

Nemisis~

No one in this town knows 

Forgiveness alas hate and vengeance is all that ever is

If heaven exists i will be there in a minute

To hope at the pearly gates 

To find him not of blood but of mud 

Nemisis~

the cacophony of atlas need i say crisis.

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Chisanga franklin

Son of Jae an offspring of amaranthine fragrances A.K.A the last piece of Edgar Allan Poe

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