Scattered prose and sequenced rhyme
Playing randomly in the mind
Stubborn leaches that reside secure
Erasing patterns seemingly clear
Pounding the souls are battering rams
Breaking the paths that lay at ease
Missiles that scatter the debris within
Have left no paths to march along
Thoughts hemorrhage as troops retreat
March undisciplined on bare feet
Crouched with pain to drown ignorance
Bubbles of ideas from grave emerge
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