To talk and feel soundless…
To portray and feel inadequate…
In this world, anger and dislike rise above all…
In your world, animosity rules and loving effort falls short for miles…
The plate remains bare from your ferocious appetite…
Consuming all and gaining nothing…
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes 
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