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anew friends
Denied a divine hand
to lift me from this mire of filth
this pool of atrocities I steadily sink into
it's this land
this world
this conformist society
a flowering contagion breeding fear in the masses
a method of control
a blind for the blind
though rare
trees that shed leaves in the summer and grow leaves in the fall do exist
they stand out from the rest
those trees are the ones I seek
the ones I must relate to
the only ones I can relate to
friends for the friendless
realy love your poems they are deep keep writeing and fell free to take a look at mine