You dropped out
Became an addict
You would wander
Words your only relief
And your muse Grete
How might have she danced
As the rest of the family stood like statues
How might have she expressed herself
When expression was weakness
Chasing pharmaceuticals and the ultimate set of ideas
That arousing cocaine of a poem that flows
Endorsed by the Ludwigs
Some offer more love from outside
Than we can ever offer ourselves
The you attempted to fix the broken
The century pushes for expansion of immaculate violence
So deep in the blood bodies
anguish pain and despair
Unable to save the soldiers
memorizing their faces as they perish
You endure the long screams and the silent trembling bodies
You tread blood drenched floor where hopelessness abounds
Reach for the jar of cocaine and relieve this excrutiating reality
Narrate not the still pond, but the destruction of man with your words
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