The arrogance of the living.
The dead watch on with contempt.
The tentacles of the demon are made of chains
The chains are made of money, of jobs.
Disguise the fact that we fear our demise
With prize
Maybe I’m the fool
I spat on the diamond
They tried to hypnotize me with
Slapped it to the floor
It shattered into a million pieces
And leaked green acid
Meant to erode my soul.
Jesse Ojuka 
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