untitled

i’m disesase with no ease
i’m the pain with no medicine
i’m disasterpiece with no peace
i lean with full of sin


i’m jealous that fabolous
i’m mad that i’m glad
i’m furious, i’m holocaust
i’m only shade with a blade


i’m not glorious nor victorious
i’m host with no guess
i’m negative less positive
i write to fight


i’m grateful to be hateful
i’m thankful to be fool
marginal by society
exile in the history…..

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