![]() WasteA Poem by Phillip J ClaytonBorn hanged with a black tongue, speaking tainted truths. Devoured by torment, defined by pain. Hate consumes me, rage gives me strength; Fear devours me. Her legs bleed life... Possessed by legions of a past, convictions ripped a part. Salt the earth and watch it die, angels become demons, their truths falsified.
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Added on February 2, 2017 Last Updated on February 7, 2017 Author![]() Phillip J ClaytonJamaicaAboutIn the professional space, I am almost a diety... I say that with the greatest of humility. In my personal life I am frail and a primitive man... Self-actualization is not all it's cracked up to be. .. more..Writing
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