The only solution is retribution.
Here I am waitng for an execution-
when it is my heart that is filled with pollution.
Love has no constitution.
There are no written rules.
There is no reason,
there is no rhyme.
If you are lucky,
you realize that sometimes,
it is just not the right time.
The only solution is a revolution.
Here I am taking up arms,
when the only weapon I need is a successful resolution.
My mind was clouded.
War has no constitution.
There is no reason,
there is no rhyme.
I was lucky,
I realized that sometimes,
all a person needs is time.
Instead of me.
Perhaps someone out there,
is misguided too,
in planning my retribution.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC
The only solution is retribution.
Here I am waitng for an execution-
when it is my heart that is filled with pollution.
Love has no constitution.
There are no written rules.
There is no reason,
there is no rhyme.
If you are lucky,
you realize that sometimes,
it is just not the right time.
The only solution is a revolution.
Here I am taking up arms,
when the only weapon I need is a successful resolution.
My mind was clouded.
War has no constitution.
There is no reason,
there is no rhyme.
I was lucky,
I realized that sometimes,
all a person needs is time.
Instead of me.
Perhaps someone out there,
is misguided too,
in planning my retribution.
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