……We create distance with our minds, strategically nibble on pieces of facts unto we see a world that’s all ours, horrors are unseen by design, as we pretend to be kind, but only because we subconsciously choose to be blind, that’s why that mass grave is just another bomb, normalization sets the stage for justifications, of which there will be no purification, for the rest of our duration. The blood on your hands become seen as necessary, that’s where things get blurry in a hurry; yes we should worry, the world out there is in here, or is it me out there; is that my fear and anxiety standing on the corner, trying to complete my order…. So what it’s blood on my cuffs, here take a puff, pay no attention to that stuff, just know that sometimes people try to call your bluff and you might have to get a little rough, but you know what they say, he brought that on himself.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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I get the feeling in there very well - I'm just not quite sure where you are in all that.
But then I'm not you, and live in different circumstances, obviously.
Intriguing write.
Poem of a violent individual who doesn’t realize he’s the violent one, often times a violent soul hides and justify their actions behind the potential violence of others..
Got you. I will continue reading your stuff here.
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