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a withered husband, failed by life tells me the story that keeps him up at night- thrown in jail for showing his face in a white neighbourhood after light while he was being waterboarded for his tardiness, his wife was being sodemised by men in uniforms, trashing their shack and leaving her with a child with blue eyes -he was left with ptsd and an infant that was birthed out of a crime he now awaits for an apocalyptic flood to take him out of his grief knowing that the love of his life went through hell knowing he could’ve protected her from such demise he now screams to the sky asking his cancer-freed rib and his adopted son who left him in this prison - where is his rope or knife. -t.m
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Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 7:03 AM UTC
Give Me a Halo - To Slit My Wrists
a withered husband, failed by life tells me the story that keeps him up at night- thrown in jail for showing his face in a white neighbourhood after light while he was being waterboarded for his tardiness, his wife was being sodemised by men in uniforms, trashing their shack and leaving her with a child with blue eyes -he was left with ptsd and an infant that was birthed out of a crime he now awaits for an apocalyptic flood to take him out of his grief knowing that the love of his life went through hell knowing he could’ve protected her from such demise he now screams to the sky asking his cancer-freed rib and his adopted son who left him in this prison - where is his rope or knife. -t.m
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Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 7:03 AM UTC
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