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THE GREAT FORM
This is a story of a certain man
Who had breath
Just like all , the evidence of life
He died in his thoughts
He was buried beneath his skin
His mind , Heartsick
Yet he lived everyday , just like all
Behind the struggles , coerced optimism
His time was nigh.
The vicious downpour of Dire effects
Has subjected this form of strength
To a gully of uninterrupted neural torment
The memories are frail
The happiness is lost
The days have gone gray
Exuding from the chimney of this great form
Has become the end .
The fumes of Oblivion
© Eric James
Who had breath
Just like all , the evidence of life
He died in his thoughts
He was buried beneath his skin
His mind , Heartsick
Yet he lived everyday , just like all
Behind the struggles , coerced optimism
His time was nigh.
The vicious downpour of Dire effects
Has subjected this form of strength
To a gully of uninterrupted neural torment
The memories are frail
The happiness is lost
The days have gone gray
Exuding from the chimney of this great form
Has become the end .
The fumes of Oblivion
© Eric James
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