I’m pressed down by a big weight
Situations I couldn’t anticipate
Equations of violence, in silence;
Magnified in feelings of hate

Leading to one thing only:
Living life as the lonely
In unlit rooms; like baron wombs
Where the prayers are unholy

And in its manifestation
It perfects its own formation.
Self creating; like blind men painting
but malevolent in sensation

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