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psychosis of past lives

my scapegoat

By Veronica Published 3 years ago 1 min read
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The psychosis of past lives lingers

You have property

But no possessions

Possessed by the preacher

That perceived the lesson

Disguised as the goat

The wolf takes all

Crawling away

Since the time of the fall

You are a heathen

Teethin'

Like a new born

Tryna get a taste

Of mammas milk

But your stillborn

Discussing free will

While you lay dying

To the poison

Drinking from the cup

Of everlasting

Lust

Wishin' it was enough

But life gets tough

So you hit the bottle

A virgins cry

Blood did shed

And you wonder why

True loves kiss

Left you broken

She betrayed

Everything

That was ever spoken

Put on display

By all your classmates

You lie awake

Waiting for the day

When sobriety

Becomes clarity

And the forgery

Of your trilogy

Deflates the pill

You see

The devil is god

Disguised

Just passing time

Playing the scapegoat

Till you wonder why

You can’t escape

The hate

The treasons inside

But you grew blind

Thinkin' you were high

Above even the greatest

You pride yourself

On being Jesus

Nailed to the cross

You think you’ve made it

The chosen

Fuck

You just want to

Be fucking famous.

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About the Creator

Veronica

I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.

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