Major weight #66 #poem #poems #poetry

Major weight,

because every dollar counts.

Penning verses in foreign places.

Destiny in the game.

Dangerous in this strange world.

Heathens left to serve untill none is breathing,

Achieving, on the stroll everyday and all day

Barely alive.

Terror dome swerving on the highway from Monday to Friday,

Disquised vocabulary laced with homicide ready to rupture.

Disassemble structures.

Midnight complexions and spots,

Assume to soon.

I have a problem, I have a fixation with words.

No one stand next to it.

Breath death.

Untill dust.

Extended verses,

Writtin with both hands.

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