Palace of Injustice
The palace of injustice,
Breath is just a clock ticking.
Without love, your heart is just
A wind up toy.
The chasm of sorrow.
The channels of pain.
Human beings, God's beloved virus.
Billows of smoke, expelled from my lungs,
Escaping my mouth like a prisoner from a chain gang.
I exist trapped in a snow globe
filled with Beethoven's 5th.
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