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Inside my head
Inbetween the the collapses
At the point of my synapses
My neurons fire

At the state of panic

This world is damaged
And I'm trying to manage

Sanity

When no one has it

People suffer wickedness
With a viciousness
To destroy all good
For their lusts
And lasciviousness

These people are sick
And evil has already consumed
Any soul they had

Inside my head
I just can't comprehend
Why God continues
To allow the bad


Inbetween the madness
I feel the sadness
Take over and drain
My strength
And passion

To live
My skin is colored
A pigment from a palette
Of earths mother

My blood is red
Like each others

My brain thinks different
Yet similar
It wonders

Why a shade of flesh
Would matter
When chosen by the artist

The lover
The admirer
The charmer

Does it matter the cover
If you love the books contents

Coloured
Walking down the street
I see...

On the corners
In the alleyways

Caught in the stare

Maybe I don't see
Anything

The mad dogs glare
Is he ever
What makes him

Happy

Walking down the street
I see...

Nothing

At the parks
Where people are gathering
Slight of handshakes
Magicians create
Audiences

I see...

But I don't tell anybody
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