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Sunny day's may be sunny Yet inside always so dark. Cars all parked Like rows to chapels lonesome way's!!! Deleterious, Nothing hilarious, For thy eyes turn unfazed!!! A deluge of no accomplishments All walls stand to fail, All ceiling's to crumble No more derogatory jails!!!!! Despondency roaming the brick street of the old No desposters No more voters to trade papers For young and who they mold.... Thine denizen of thy own class Doth thou passeth the bill of health? Art thou truly alive? Canst thou SAVETH thyself? Think not that thou art free, Thou eateth Thineself meets thine own selfish needs!!!! Thyself shoots bullets of steel And steal cheapened goods Whilst small holes in thee hit and bleedeth!!!! Thy idols no longer stand Clothes bought by daddy From his first of the month paycheck Colored in crayon!!!! Thou followeth not even thy own commands..... Is thy love didadic? Of archaic to history's lesson's? Art thou to short on preaching? Thy words begin to lessen.... .
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
Sunny days arent so sunny to me
Sunny day's may be sunny Yet inside always so dark. Cars all parked Like rows to chapels lonesome way's!!! Deleterious, Nothing hilarious, For thy eyes turn unfazed!!! A deluge of no accomplishments All walls stand to fail, All ceiling's to crumble No more derogatory jails!!!!! Despondency roaming the brick street of the old No desposters No more voters to trade papers For young and who they mold.... Thine denizen of thy own class Doth thou passeth the bill of health? Art thou truly alive? Canst thou SAVETH thyself? Think not that thou art free, Thou eateth Thineself meets thine own selfish needs!!!! Thyself shoots bullets of steel And steal cheapened goods Whilst small holes in thee hit and bleedeth!!!! Thy idols no longer stand Clothes bought by daddy From his first of the month paycheck Colored in crayon!!!! Thou followeth not even thy own commands..... Is thy love didadic? Of archaic to history's lesson's? Art thou to short on preaching? Thy words begin to lessen.... .
Not for noone made up in prison enjoy!
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brandon-nagley
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
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