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Undeservedatory

  • Writer: Ceyda Güzelsevdi
    Ceyda Güzelsevdi
  • Jul 17, 2020
  • 1 min read

Angry at me

'Cause I let them

Treat me like nobody

Certainly, this isn't equality

And it wasn't out of sympathy


The told need was a faculty

Burned out of proprietary

Taken out of the hands, barely

Given to the undeservedatory

Things we've done in the mighty laboratory

Got us nowhere in the miserable reality


Shaking hands precautiously

For the eyes of miraculous bigotry

Back at the lies of that bounty

Words still in hands, used with cruelty

Best minds taken care by the sanitary

Sunny days left in a town called judgementary

In the vicious silent cries of loyalty and nobility

Yielded within the cycle of fatality


Shattered last pieces of humanity

Corrupted in the ties of next-generation to be

Some of them still wondering "how" in all this mortality

Decorating the new mansion of clarified pity

For others that find the fresh-baked products of our minds unsatisfactory

When all they believe is predestinatory


Obviously, not trying to prove anyone unworthy

Although my wish is that you take the sword made by the crowd of wasted inevitability


No interference shall come between me and the true nature of my self-marked existential purity

For this is an inscribed promise to the rivers of my own embraced process on the pathway of immortality










 
 
 

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