As time past by
Growing up all I heard were lies
Of how they would never leave
SO as I saw one man roll up his sleeve
As he destroyed the things that were created
All I could do was stand and watch
As he treated
My brethren with such cruelty and precisiviness
All they're lives being hacked away
Only because they didn't do their jobs
If only I could walk or jog
I would rid myself of this place
But I have no feet for I am in the ground
Guess I am half way in my grave
But it gets deeper because all I do is dig
Maybe I should regret and repent
For not being able to do anything for my family
The man comes to me
Begging me to bare fruit
If only I had thorns
I would rip and cut him
But i cannot
For if I die there will be no one
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 7:30 PM UTC
As time past by
Growing up all I heard were lies
Of how they would never leave
SO as I saw one man roll up his sleeve
As he destroyed the things that were created
All I could do was stand and watch
As he treated
My brethren with such cruelty and precisiviness
All they're lives being hacked away
Only because they didn't do their jobs
If only I could walk or jog
I would rid myself of this place
But I have no feet for I am in the ground
Guess I am half way in my grave
But it gets deeper because all I do is dig
Maybe I should regret and repent
For not being able to do anything for my family
The man comes to me
Begging me to bare fruit
If only I had thorns
I would rip and cut him
But i cannot
For if I die there will be no one
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