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Blindfolds
Written by: T.C. Mack
Amazing,
How the blindfold lies,
In wait to bait
Poor wandering eyes,
To keep the sheep
So sound asleep,
They never question why.
Poor victims of
Dystrophic brains,
Ingrained,
In those who
Have no shame,
Their sheep will settle
All the same,
That’s with no
Wandering brain.
And with no wandering eyes
Because they fail
To question why.
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Hollowed,
Shoveled,
Sunken souls,
Morose,
They hold,
What is foretold,
A heart unfolding,
In the cold,
But with no wandering soul.
And with no wandering brains
What comes of those
That do remain?
Starving,
Bleeding,
Wretched,
Worse,
A minds design,
Locked in a curse,
The stars align,
The worlds disperse,
And still no wandering souls.
And with no wandering souls,
There’s no more story
To be told…
