anguish. Part One.

A gruelling week

6 days and 6 nights of incessant bombardment

Facing discrimination of every form

So much so that it has become the norm

There's only one time to get away from it all

Sunday mornings in the fall.

When green gives way to orange

When the soothing panorama undoes the damage

When rain makes way for muted sunshine

A hot cuppa coffee is all I need

Some music and solitude to reboot my mind

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Ive been here three years.

Battled through every piece of nonsense people could conjure

Always fighting, rebelling and gathering my arrears

This is not the way live should be lived.

Im barely alive, i rarely feel enriched

I come from a land of free thinkers

Of intellectuals, revolutionaries and alcohol drinkers

Here I am now in a place

Where hypocrisy is plastered across everyone's face

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Never ever have I hated anyone as much before

As the bald professor on the first floor

I will have my revenge if its the last thing I do.

I'll ransack his office, kick in his door.

Destroy his life with military precision

Until he's on his knees regretting his decision.

As for those perpetrators who initiated all this.

I will not rest in peace until they beg forgiveness.

Not today not tomorrow.

Maybe in years to come.

I shall pray for their ruin, their everlasting sorrow.

I'll push them off their sorry little pedestals

I'll rob them of their ill gotten gains.

I'll murder their peace, I'll fuck with their brains.

I'll make them wish that tomorrow never comes.

I'll make them scurry around like celibate nuns.

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