I have so many feelings to extract

Headache is artificial and strange
Enother push of button "good almighty god"
I have so many feelings to extract,
Enough to make a wild potion,  
But would it cure the wounds?
Those cracked  
             that left inside, 
from tearing ties of love,
Blames, wiping sorrows, lies,
                emotions,
Eliminating gravity of trust.
De Hoogh's cardplayers? 
                     solving bleary past.
Horizons of the claims preliminary?
I heard of swindler,
                 Victor Lusting "sale"
The blushing solidarity of lust?
I know the jealousy use any chance.
                                  to gain?
Strife many faces, 
          Inside "changing" masks?
   Or cheating tasks? 
The poppies drops, of stain 
 into the craving strings of veins,  
I heard the lough,
         Greed, ignorance of pain?   
I straggle yerstoday 
so i could smear the glance.  
On the another excellent idea!
 I may be killed tomorrow,
         truth depends,
and for so long, I have been on the trill   
because of what it's represent
For what I stand, and who are we becoming! 
So anyone could bite!
            Becarefull fools,   
might loose those teethes
    While preparing tools
 Declaring laws, emerging from pergaments.  
Look at the rivers of the blood.
           keept running!
So many fallen feelings to extract,
So much of sorrow, memories of dyeing,     
But would it heal the wounds?
            inside of us?
Love could be innocent,
I am the troubled child! 
            Deceiving reaps society apart,  
               Is there a soul?
        Or that's also canning?
        Gray haired kurgans, 
Timeless sand and dust.
So many feelings, each forms lured ballast.


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This is from yes