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Jan 2013
Since the beginning of Men & Women
Of a sick twisted land of an epidemic
That seizes the blood of our children
For a key way to life
As it devours the bones of our young
For structure and attention
As it takes away their skin for beauty and perfection
This abomination is left without starvation
Born into a world
Not knowing of my consequences
Oh lord, why was I deemed to die?
If ever an opportunity
Maybe I could have done something
With my life.
As I watched mothers cry
As I watched fathers die
Left as child
In a ideological vision
Of I’m not blue, white, and yellow
I am not civil
More likely to be evil
Sadly I am waste of desire
Left to burn on fire
It’s crazy to wake up
In the
Bright sunny morning
To betaken away
Left to cry and left with so many worries
It’s been so long that I've seen
The ones I love
Secluded in a land of no returns
As my veins are left with remorse
My soul is torn away from me
As I’m punished everyday
Am I alive or am I dead
Days pass
Months feel like years
But this hour feels the same
I stare at the sky
As I watch angels just stand there
Let alone, I’m consumed
By a dark cloud
Drenched in my tears of crimson
My prayers are yet to be heard from this imprisonment
It’s hard to sleep
When so many voices
Are yelling and telling me
Live, but it’s so hard to hear
When the digesting sound of death
Is calling me to **** myself
This land is a wasteland
A field of unmarked graveyards
Where souls are kidnapped
Where a savior doesn’t exist
My life is on the bottom of this list
It’s hard to live a life
When I’m labeled
How I wish to play with the other children
But I’m incarcerated in a star
Please lord, give me strength
As I fight for my life
Can you uplift my spirit!
So one day I can tell my grandchildren,
I was among many of God’s children that seen hell & out
Mike Fashé
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Mike Fashé  Htx
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