ad hope when necessary

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i come from the land of swollen identity

false yet palpable causes for misery

i come from the wars of abiding stupidity

the sacred Uroboric massacre

i come from a failed marriage and torn family

squalor and poisoned meals

i come from the ravages of dreams

not broken, but worse ...disillusioned



this is the poison path

"the place of dead roads"



and still i can see beauty in everything

on occasional sunny day