I feel despair, desolate, despondent
You have diametrically detached me from my roots
It is because of the pain and the sorrow you bring that I"m destitute
Gunshots, accidents, ambulance sirens and police sirens are becoming
painful music unto my bleeding ears and they remind me that you're still there
Our journey to heaven has good intentions yet I detest how you force my brothers and sisters to abdicate what they are destined for
We embark on blood-print streets with eyes full of non-committal attitude because fear and hatred that seem to follow our shadow
Waking up is like a nightmare itself for we always wake up to dig six feet tall, spades and tents are our weekly bread
We live our lives with the hate of your existence and I detest how you defend yourself based on the doings of Adam and Eve
I am tired of your diabolical actions that have cost the nation
It is because of you that I am destitute
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 8:12 AM UTC
I feel despair, desolate, despondent
You have diametrically detached me from my roots
It is because of the pain and the sorrow you bring that I"m destitute
Gunshots, accidents, ambulance sirens and police sirens are becoming
painful music unto my bleeding ears and they remind me that you're still there
Our journey to heaven has good intentions yet I detest how you force my brothers and sisters to abdicate what they are destined for
We embark on blood-print streets with eyes full of non-committal attitude because fear and hatred that seem to follow our shadow
Waking up is like a nightmare itself for we always wake up to dig six feet tall, spades and tents are our weekly bread
We live our lives with the hate of your existence and I detest how you defend yourself based on the doings of Adam and Eve
I am tired of your diabolical actions that have cost the nation
It is because of you that I am destitute
#DEATH
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