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the jungle of life

Poetry By: stonedwizardx6x
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Fighting for scraps in the jungle of life


Submitted:Jun 7, 2012    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The sheep are meager in the garden of right. And man is angry in the jungle of life. Been pushed around and wrong for so long. Lost for so long and never found. The blackness that swallows our pride. Is the emptiness we feel inside. Our souls dragged through the mud. And the man can't get enough. Been butchered since birth. Been fucked around for what its worth. It fucking goes on and on. Got fucked around til I was gone. Confused as the thoughts in the minds of the mad. I shit on any chance I had. You will see we can't survive. Fighting for scraps in the jungle of life. So fuck it all. Destroy the walls and let them fall.




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