The affect of illness can sound wicked...
...to express
Yet can do so much evil if left unsaid
It can be difficult to just get up
Get out
Or
Get dressed
Jump up
Shake it off
She’s been penning it in again
They sing back
They are rich
Or deserted kids
All lost in patterns of behaving wickedly
Left to play evil on the mind of others
They pretend they cannot feel
Just to enjoy their or handed down evil deeds
Lost in the hysterics
Of words times and antics of years gone by
Of a certain kind of literature and literacy
We have never felt
Thanked
We feel
Blanked
To
Use
Endless
Revenge
They plead
She knew me
But that never stops the effects and costs of behaviours of cruelty
Leaving loss
To be dealt with brutally
Natural Flowism
A Freedom of Being!
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