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A life has no monetary value,
but the actuality of the fact is
that I always have what I need
a little too late so people suffer
and now there’s a price on my head.
That’s contradicts my original conjecture
causing a conflict and forcing me to lecture
the offspring of my mental illusion’s
delusion which puts me in a state
of logical exclusion from my mind.
In turn this puts my journey
in an intrusion of my life
and in conclusion because of my
unnecessary yearning of inclusion
which leaves my heart in seclusion.
Then I stand in a point of time
where time is at a point of stand still
and everyone seems to be organized
for the fire drill.
Now I choose to get in the most populated line
where I wait to be pushed downhill
because the undiscovered
artifact of Jesus’ tombstone.
Now I and pray.

This poem was written by Roba Adnew on Jun 02, 2007.

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