All Venomous

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It’s all venomous;
To tell a truth, worse than a lie.

The peregrination, the exploration; Elegance of drab,
Drag me in stentorian of lamentation.
If I stop meself, stop to reminisce,
Interregnum my all penance-
How could this be?
As, it’s all venomous.

Nope, race is that where no one wins.
Battle is that where only blood wins.

Love is that where cognizance wins.
And, life is that where death wins.
So, it’s all venomous.

I snitch a lie, you call love that is;
I found a castle upon a fragile reliance,

All washed away in haze.
Affliction only increases in usury,
As, it’s all venomous.