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Soul Oxygen

Gasping, replete with sins of my fathers
added to my own
this wild life I sojourn through
no holds to crime
no hands to hold
no sympathy to hand out
nobody to sympathize with.
I gasp.

Taking in gulps
of rationed good aura
in my relentless attempt
to destroy the beast I have become
cruel and rapid in degeneration
I stand finally breathing
some pure soul oxygen.
I gasp no more.

- Copyright Sandy

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