Blessed with a fractured tattered soul
i scratch the xeroxed stitches along my throught
a carbon copy for someones fury and hate
for i was born into this madness
see like you,i have no real meaning in this life
i am just your scarecrow
a mere dipiction of a human intwined in thread and hay
this hat i wear,a symbol of the universe
a fake,damp place filled with bitter,fake people
i am as ugly as any of you
i am no better
no worse
for you made me,my master,my alpha,my omega
if i could think or speak what would i be?
would i be a farmer like youself?
growing crops,surviving existance
a provider,a worker.
would i be shallow? or deep?
would i be the ocean's wave?
would i be the sun's shine?
only time will tell
i stay here
mockingly crucified
in the sun,i am your only survivor
i will last untill the dawn of apocolypes.
 
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