Mar 2019
In loving memory of: Love
Born :BBC died: 21st century
A connotation of redundancy has been linked between the name of the corpse and false prophets who claim to have studied the bibliography of his name.
Feeding the hearts of the weary and weak with a plate full of lies and deceit.. all in his name.
Love had suffered from severe depression and chronic Cancer. The false accusations were like dark carbonic acid ripping every piece of his lungs and self esteem.
He had witnessed what we'd call the shock of Africa.
A blazing hot human furnace across the street of which was the body of the innocent.
He reeks parrafin and the blazing flames on this body were bursting with bits and bits of his inner organs high up in the air.
Filling up the entire neighborhood like it's confetti. The smoke from the human fumes were running away, higher and higher it went to catch the first plane to freedom.
Alongside it spelled out " free my brothers and sisters from xenophobia!".
The raw lies spread into different continents like grapevines. This set
A trend we still see today, one we're all victims of.
His sacrifices aren't respected anymore. His death brings along thousands of feminine murders carrying along ****** weapons in their wombs, men who lash their rage on weak spirits who try by all means to build a home.
Countries raging back and forth with gigantic pistols and nuclear power. No mercy from the perpetrators or consolations for their ruthless acts.
Their eyes are filled with aggression, hate , anger and bitterness.
The brittle innocent beings left homeless on the side of a sewage stream.
No food for the day, just nothing but mealie meal and water.
Squatter camps are all plugged together like small pieces of puzzles.
Humanity knows no peace, no love and affection.
Our generation has stabbed the word love with an iron sword and has left it bleeding untill it could no longer take the pain any more.
He was a friend , father and a grandfather .
Rest in eternal peace.
Born :BBC died: 21st century
A connotation of redundancy has been linked between the name of the corpse and false prophets who claim to have studied the bibliography of his name.
Feeding the hearts of the weary and weak with a plate full of lies and deceit.. all in his name.
Love had suffered from severe depression and chronic Cancer. The false accusations were like dark carbonic acid ripping every piece of his lungs and self esteem.
He had witnessed what we'd call the shock of Africa.
A blazing hot human furnace across the street of which was the body of the innocent.
He reeks parrafin and the blazing flames on this body were bursting with bits and bits of his inner organs high up in the air.
Filling up the entire neighborhood like it's confetti. The smoke from the human fumes were running away, higher and higher it went to catch the first plane to freedom.
Alongside it spelled out " free my brothers and sisters from xenophobia!".
The raw lies spread into different continents like grapevines. This set
A trend we still see today, one we're all victims of.
His sacrifices aren't respected anymore. His death brings along thousands of feminine murders carrying along ****** weapons in their wombs, men who lash their rage on weak spirits who try by all means to build a home.
Countries raging back and forth with gigantic pistols and nuclear power. No mercy from the perpetrators or consolations for their ruthless acts.
Their eyes are filled with aggression, hate , anger and bitterness.
The brittle innocent beings left homeless on the side of a sewage stream.
No food for the day, just nothing but mealie meal and water.
Squatter camps are all plugged together like small pieces of puzzles.
Humanity knows no peace, no love and affection.
Our generation has stabbed the word love with an iron sword and has left it bleeding untill it could no longer take the pain any more.
He was a friend , father and a grandfather .
Rest in eternal peace.
