Scapegoat

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 Littered whiskey bottles

In a sense of immense hypocrisy

Failure by a test of time

A scrimmage of thought

Streaming into a river amorous fire.


Behind a very irrigated face

"What's that that she's got

that that I got not", I mewl.

Could she even have not known,

That he's all that I got?

 

My wail is not in vain

Tears I may wipe but not the pain

Out It shines, in my face only it's rain

Snatch me off this chain,

darling do not let me drain.


My sprit and soul too left when you left

See what I've become

An empt, a maniac, a lone wanderer

Trailing the bottoms of the darkest sea

Hope extinguished, in the absence of light.


Intoxicated with her coquette,

off you left in a quest for her your one,

and here you left me your only.

A scapegoat of the sins of your laxuria

feasting on the rain of my own showers.

  

@juliuscseguya 





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  1. Anonymous12:47 AM

    Yaaaaaaaaa your right

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  2. Anonymous8:46 PM

    Yaaah

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  3. Julius Christian Seguya2:08 AM

    This was a piece that Azawi's bamututte dda song inspired me to write the first time I encountered it's video.

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