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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