What a display
As the foolish fall
Prey.
From outside one sees
Such brutality.
A house of lies, with secrets to
Hide.
Select, chosen are among the
Few.
Who twist and turn, plant and burn.
To leave this place,
I often face.
Each time I’m twisted into their selfish games.
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I think you have a lot of natural talent in you that can be richly developed. Keep up the good work of filling this world with good poetry.