) That’s making me mad Conspiracy I’ve never had My own mind wishes me dead Anarchy, kingdom attacked King lies completely robbed It’s me who let them break in Those enemies number one hundred Carrying swords two-handed Well smart, they’re supported By violence, *******, money stolen Consequence…my mates will proceed Strike once to lure Then backstab , kill me dude Gonna wake up in ****, used Even if I would be saved this time What does it mean? I’m still be surrounded by them - sins Wounds won’t disappear Just turn into scars I fear It’s a helluva big deal With all the pain I feel Giving all I got to regenerate So hard to raise up well I might be too weak I am ready to admit Soon solved my problem Defeated me, like no man None has power so strong To break me all life long I’m experienced, overcame me Still I want the world to be An oasis without a fighting spree I’m making my life like it was meant to be made Cause I’m still breathing, got faith. Your poem cries out for punctuation and at least a little attention to sentence structure.
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