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I found tragedy amongst my life

While carrying the essence of pain

Fulfilled by the tendencies of strife

I lie here stained

As we fornicate with less and less dismay

But still they come to collect this motionless soul

“God Please stop this detrimental sin,” I pray

While the lights became black as coal

I still visualize their faces

As I am the one who agreed upon this situation

In this three bedroom apartment of two apparent races

But 12 scavenger like souls of different classifications

I lie here with one captivating spirit

Asking myself, “Ant this some shit?”