"The Cold Steel Curb"
I see all who breathe…I feel their existence…
Shattered into pieces…
Scattered and broken…
Judged by the masses…
Kicked to a cold steel curb…
Teeth are few smiles feel empty…
Disheveled in doorways…
Tossed to the side and yet complained of…
Sheltered by few and fed of scraps…
Clothed in rags sent in bags…
The unwanted…
Given to the unwanted…
I have seen the curb…
Cold as steel and unforgiving…
I have eaten the filth of the uncaring…
I have tasted demons and their madness…
I am of the darkness…
I have seen the light…
Will they get this chance…
Will they even want it…
This cold world of the material…
This cold hearted existence…
This cold steel curb…
This cold slow death…
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