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Monopoly Gone
my last poem, beautiful nobody, lost souls
Monopoly Gone
pain as tender
love as counterfeit
as bloody as money
in vessels of credit
debit of cards
heaven of stars
both I search for guidance
both I... search for
like any
Earth whore
worth more
than the little green paper slip
trusting in God
for us
each time it slips from our hands
like falling cliff's climbers
like all riffs and rhymers
smooth
like curdled milk
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Twyll The ChyllTyrant
aka Verbal Kynt
aka Soul Prophet
aka Wally Wigglez
And Like That... He's Gone
The greatest trick the devil ever pulled, was convincing the world he didn't exist.
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