I plan on doing a series of these.

But This one will be the only one I myself haven't written.

All Hail Jonathan Ian Mathers!

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For years this soul has scarred itself raw.

For Internal wisdom and a mind in a war.

Personal triumph to personal lost.

The selling of morals for the price of their cost.

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These arts of mine wrecked from personal flames.

There is nothing to loose, though nothing to gain.

For these stories of min fall on deaf ears.

Personal trauma, hopes and their fears.

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A baring of soul is not needed these days.

For there's more to this world than personal pain.

So burn it away and cast it aside.

For we all live short on limited time.

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Cleanse yourself clean before a mental decease.

The weight of our baggage makes us crawl on the knees.

So leave it behind for it burdens the soul.

Nothing is necessary, that's all one need know.

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Feel the removal of desire and shame.

It's the key to rebirth in a world slightly sane.

We are what we are and our being must breathe.

So I leave this behind and start something clean.

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The poem performed for real, by Dawn Bennet.