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Mar 2014
I'm a ******, yes a striker, with a quick mind, but even faster actions. I live in a world where my actions, truly do speak louder than words after all, ever since I began his rhyme I'm been aiming at you. I was just wondering how much time it would take your simplistic mind to realize that Im really the one watching you and your every move. So, I'll take a break and let it sink in for a bit. Tic-toc-gun shots, oops there someone goes. A lost soul who now roams bodiless scraping across this earth. Being buried and put to rest, while in reality your flesh is being eaten and deteriorating, and now you're temple which was once your body is left to be another sack of bones screaming of untold stories left behind and 6 feet closer to the pit of our earths core. Now, do you still wonder why we humans do the things we do? Or are you still confused of who's really at hang who? Because if you think too hard, you won't be able to apply it. Which is why I believe I am better than you. You think now and act later, but now it's all too late. It's time to write the numbers to the blank line labeled dusk date.....
Jarel Allen
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Jarel Allen  Omaha
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