Contagion Beware

Place your torch on my window sill

creating no panic, creating no frill

Only hearing your shadow of a voice still…

I’m left with no choice, been alone for so long here

not meant for the same ol’ crowds voice dear

Don’t believe me, go ask him…yeah that guy, over there

he knows, just wasn’t prepared…yet…

Are we prisoners of an ancient war, war torn lovers just for rapport

I’m calling order in this inhumane court, a mediation I do support

You just can’t pick and sort, this isn’t some barge at a port

Emotions of human were never meant to be your sport

Fallen angels did come forth, consort

with the energies of the ground

The blood of an earth mixed with the blood of a clouded crown…

Now in years it can go down

In time and space in this wrinkled backwoods N.C. town… scythe

By Thais Bosworth

I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting on me for years...won't you walk with me...

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