The mystery of the survival of a Malignancy.
Why do the children of; Heard from?
We carry enormous burdens around,
our backs are sore, our minds bound.
The ones we know start church's that are cults.
Sex is the main topic of all the dolts.
They sit in front of the crowd and announce,
how it is only them, no other, no contact outside, they trounce.
They are the only ones that can forgive, they say.
They are the only ones that know,
if you can stay or if you can go.
Held over your head like a giant show.
Stanley Kubrick made, "Eyes Wide Shut,"
A true account of odd memories,
do they do the things you see?
Or do they only need?
My mother started her con in 1970,
its been going long ever since.
I have been silenced ever by,
Fear of Death, Fear of Fear, just terror is near.
I would like to speak to what is real.
Testify to what is good.
Remembering why I should,
not hurt, but be strong and straight; don't hate.
Crookedness ran rampant then,
on days, on nights where horror replied,
"if you talk, we will kill you,"
"if you talk, we will deny."
Karen A. Placek
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