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Carlos Vazquez Jul 2013
I am angry in my grave,
Filled with disappointment, animosity, disbelief, and resentment,
Blacks had no rights, Blacks had no freedom,
Whites had the rights, and whites were the leaders,
Until I chose not to abide by the regulations of inequality,
And led the Civil Rights Movement,
Fought conflicts with kindness,
Opposed to Hatred and violence,
And tolerance between the two ethnicities was born

But why?
For the non-colored and colored could equally cause treason?
Or for racism to still apply in many communities?
I fought for no discrimination.
That doesn’t mean to enslave each other, cause disruption, unfairness, and deaths within the same race.
Gangs committing murders because they feel certain things are out of place,
Pilots flying planes into towers,
20 innocent children being massacred,
Drug dealers smuggling crack in homes,
All I see upon my grave is what I devoted my life to being destroyed.
For that,
I am angry in my Grave.

“But Dr. King, things have changed. Blacks and whites can be friends, and we even have a BLACK PRESIDENT.”

Yes, but you have to acknowledge the fact Obama agreed,
And supported what I stood for.
I was a pastor,
A pastor who used the Bible as my Code of Conduct,
A Bible in which Obama laid his right hand on
And sworn on during his inauguration,
While with his left hand, he’s supporting,
Adam and Steve, and babies saying goodbye before they leave their mother’s Womb.
For that,
I am angry.

“Martin Luther King will never be forgotten and his morals will be followed. He was a great leader and may he rest in peace.”

How can I?
Each day in my grave I mourn,
I’m frustrated and disgusted,
If I were still alive til this day,
My tears would flood America,
I would speak amongst the country and say,
You have been indoctrinated by the wickedness of mankind,
Propaganda is being embedded to get wrong points acrossed,
For that, I will continue and forever be,
Angry in my Grave.
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L.D.I.H
Carlos Vazquez Jul 2013
He’s deceitful, A barterer for your soul
The man your mother warned you about,
He’s a fallen Angel,
He’s Satan the one,
Living Down In Hell

He wants you in his home
His home full of eternal misery
He wants you in his room full of sorrow and screams
You give him your soul,
Now you’re walking dead amongst the living
He’s desperate for your demise,
He’s Satan the one,
Living Down In Hell

Lucifer’s satanic tactics are more than abominable
They’re wicked and pure EVIL
He shows you a glimpse of the light,
Then leaves you in darkness FOREVER
He’s Satan the one,
Living Down In Hell

Ungodly things lasts a lifetime
Your soul lasts forever
Will you be in front of Heavens Gates,
Or with Satan,
Living Down In Hell?

— The End —