Kept
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Nathan Levett, Grade 11
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Poetry
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2010
Uttered words which wound,
The filth there is in this faith,
Those spoken few,
They keep me in my Fatal Façade.
Speech through psychotic psynergies,
Like a vanishing corpse,
Those sworn few,
They keep me in my Fatal Façade.
Vocalised Vices which withhold,
Any sense of a clearer day,
Those few that weren’t screamed,
They have kept me in my Fatal Façade.
Kept within sociological chasms, Psychological engines cease.
Within tarnished aspirations I writhe,
Kept as cadaveric proof of my Façade.