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Mar 2013
Take a seat.
You can't Control the World,
it's spinning beneath your feet.
            So Step aside,
and let the grass grow
in between the concrete.
Because the Pavement isn't what feeds the world..
             It's Sacrifice.
                         It's Cold as Ice.
A Documentation of Greed..
and A Depiction of Endless Mouths to Feed.
            The Human Race,
The Perfect Disease.  
            Spreading like weeds.
Planting their Seeds
            Wherever they Please.
They've taken the land.
             They've taken the Seas.
They've left your Roots No Room to Breath.
    And now they chop you down
             on to the ground.
And watch you fall without a sound.
To them you’re just another useless resource,
       finally found.
so take the Blame..  
               Shame your Name.
you made a Mistake,
               you Got in their Way.
You planted yourself where they want to play.
                  So their going to take your life away.
and Displayed upon your grave, they'll let the concrete waste away.
and Catch a glimpse of this decay.
and no one will ever know
                         it's your remains...
K Daniel Little-Paw
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K Daniel Little-Paw
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   st64, ---, Ethan Solouki and August
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