Jims version of zombies

I can?t seem to find my place
in this rotten hell
we call our world

people using people
Sage snail,
within thine own self curl?d

everything seems so blurred

cold hearted
why you feel so hated?
hiding feelings

feels             so
this is not what
god initially

in need of satori
and how we lost our glory
i am going to tell you a blue story
this ought to be an allegory  

devils breath
can?t you see
you are all hurting
and go on spurting
but everything you say
comes out blurting
you go ahead
keep on reverting

final stanza?

paradise can not be found
with this hatred on (y)our mind



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