Lament of
the Cursed
Wild
spirits are wild horses in human choices
The rest
of humanity looks on with envy and hatred in their voices
Listen to
the cries as they defy
The whips
come down and they run towards the angel’s choruses
That’s
where solace resides for the hopeless causes
In the
arms of Saint Jude as he conducts the heavenly orchestras
This
freedom sought is that of the mind
Imprisoned
by the sadness from the brakes and life mistakes never kind
Concretes
always manifest the abstracts
This is
seen and judged by reality contacts
Wild
horses have no home but live somewhere
Their
tears wash the floors and, as others celebrate they’re in despair
So very
lonely is this world
It’s
existence like an animal but aware of the sublime
Cursed to
live hurt
Would
only the cracks forgive mistakes and spit you out
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