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written by: JahArt Kushite


trailing on rails of profanity
chained in shackles of vanity
myopic to reality
epileptic to sanity

we chase dreams in void spaces
watering dead flowers in broken vases
we cage our souls in dungeons of sins
behind curtains playing dirty scenes

tripping into frustration
falling into pits of vexation
trashing life into wickedness
a sick generation of ungodliness

tormented with lust
as we tread unmindful and fast
on the road heading for disaster
as destruction dawns shortly thereafter

JahArt Kushite

JahArt Kushite

Capetown based poet. JahArt Kushite is a writer and poet who is paving his way up for recognition in the world of word bending.
JahArt Kushite

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