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Necessary

Posted to Poetry




a drum in distant memories
beats with a fanatic precision
to everything we utter

Praise the dawn of
music, for it celebrates
the end of dependence

Who needs the birds,
their annoying whistles
send clicks of teethgrinding
malice through my head

I need no tranquility,
it poisoned my deeds
once too much

I need superstition
poured over every inch of fury
it keeps life
on the verge of extinction.