The man made of filth

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I decomposed my head
My eyes smile death
Forgiveness, never read
Choosing complex,
hell is where it lead
My body represents guidance
My mind, violence
I feel no panic, only silence
I bind my heart into the earth,
God is wordless
I am now dirt

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Karajean
karajean

I honestly don't know what am I doing but I'm doing it.
Poetry with no plan.

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