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The Two-Sided Soul
By The Silent Pendulum
I am the washed up
Sold out
No good
Used up
Man of
luck that's down of fate
Who prays to Gods, unanswered!
The kicked
around
When no one's there
Like dust upon the road
I
am as well the fed up
Locked out
Thrown down
Caged in
Beast of War that strikes true at your very soul
And until I die
This madness holds
My hand all of the way
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Copyright 2010 The Silent Pendulum
Published on Saturday, November 20, 2010.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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