sangoma bones

Mantras:
the world is mine.
Masters at illusion,
diluting confusion,
it’s a mine, field.

Divine lines,
taking lives.
Divided sides,
making up,
dyed timelines.

Watching
from the sidelines,
a life declined,
inclined to fight,
time.

Cutting live,
wires until life is,
bite sized,
a right to byte,
I say goodbye.

A sight for sore,
bedsides.
More lies.
White, and besides…

Tying whys,
with dark circle eyes.

ink is free, so...

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