man down, man down,
in the capricious grip of life
he's being pushed underwater,
but does he want to survive?
man down, man down,
in his misanthropists paradise,
because everywhere he sees monsters,
that are never truly satisfied,
man down, man down,
he doesn't know where he's going,
he doesn't know what will happen,
but it will happen without them knowing,
man down, man down,
as he leans into the breeze,
and when they finally realise,
they all fall to their knees,
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unflattering angles and sleepy rambles // poetry
Poetrya collection of most likely nonsensical poetry written by yours truly.
