A STUBBORN MIND
I have seen its blades of pain
With no life and no gain
Lying alone,dead and sick
A league of poisoned ribs
Bread and wine it is but a fall
A fading good thoughts in its wall
Like a voice in scary hearts
A world of hopeless hearts
Broken tunes to you it will play
With a simple habits in a day
Like a mother who rages east
Towards a bindless rotten breast
Another bull-dog is it's kind
Showing the symptoms ripping signs
With fruitless income falls apart
A core body without a head
Sure enough for you not to be
If in haste you'll turn to weeds
What is a fruitless mind's home?
Its the home of rotten souls.
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What happens to a stubborn mind.The fall,the regrets the waste.