an outcast
i have no words of worth
only these
pointless ramblings of a confused fool
i have no direction to go
each way leads to nowhere
and i feel tugged violently there
i have no heart or warmth
a hole, an emptyness
a place to hold despair
i have no worth, no value
what point to help others
when any action could lead to disaster
i have no soul, no God
for i am outcast
no korban can ever be enough
i have no future to see
there is darkness only
and vision has left me
i have no more words at all
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It is better to read than write - try http://www.historyisaweapon.com/zinnapeopleshistory.html
thanks
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