Badlands

This is the badlands, where cries go unheard.

Where naked people cry behind locked doors

Where insane people giggle whilst eating dead rat.

Where personal favorites come with a price.

Where nothing is polished and everything is broken.

Where the insane are sane suddenly not vice versa.

And a welcome carries suspicion and mistrust.

It’s not the way God made me. Its what people did.

And for them I do not say thankyou and I do not forgive.

 

 

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