{"id":10513,"date":"2015-06-13T18:26:16","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T22:26:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=10513"},"modified":"2015-06-14T18:25:47","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T22:25:47","slug":"hour-9-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/hour-9-7\/","title":{"rendered":"(Hour 9)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Fragile lives and shattered dreams,<br \/>\nall coming apart at the seems,<br \/>\nthe cruelest dream is our reality,<br \/>\na fatality not before known,<br \/>\nwhile others were thrown,<br \/>\nfrom where we used to meet,<br \/>\nwe can&#8217;t beat how this world has changed,<br \/>\nbecoming to desolate and deranged,<br \/>\ntrying to adapt to this world<br \/>\nthat has changed.<br \/>\nThe poor scrounging for dirty needles,<br \/>\nwhile the rich are nothing more<br \/>\nthen blood sucking beetles,<br \/>\nkeeping their stance in society,<br \/>\nby taking away their variety.<br \/>\nTrapped at the bottom of the ladder,<br \/>\nbut would you rather,<br \/>\nbe the one scrounging for dirty needles,<br \/>\nor the blood sucking beetles,<br \/>\nwho made them this way,<br \/>\nwhat more can I say,<br \/>\nthis is the way we pray,<br \/>\nfocused on ourselves,<br \/>\nonly caring for our position<br \/>\non the ladder,<br \/>\nbut if you had a choice,<br \/>\nwould you listen to that voice,<br \/>\nbe the one scrounging for dirty needles,<br \/>\nor the blood sucking beetles,<br \/>\nI know the truth of your choice,<br \/>\nyou will ignore that voice,<br \/>\nas if you had no choice,<br \/>\nyou will continue with your day,<br \/>\nthere&#8217;s nothing more that I can say,<br \/>\nno matter if you continue to pray,<br \/>\nno one cares what you have to say,<br \/>\nbut I will tell you this day,<br \/>\nyou are no better then the<br \/>\nblood sucking beetles<br \/>\nyou only wish to decay.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Fragile lives and shattered dreams, all coming apart at the seems, the cruelest dream is our reality, a fatality not before known, while others were thrown, from where we used to meet, we can&#8217;t beat how this world has changed, becoming to desolate and deranged,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":644,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10513","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10513","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/644"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10513"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10513\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14854,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10513\/revisions\/14854"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10513"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10513"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10513"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}