Let us paint a beautiful picture
Using bones as paint brushes
And blood as paint
Let the scream be our muse
And the world our canvas
Let them see my majestic mind
As I haunt down my supplies
Yes, let us paint the most magnificent piece of all time
Let the world know that I've that I have not lost mind
That I'm just committing this mass suicide
That they are the ones who have gone insane
And I am realist who is making the world beautiful again
Oh yes, let us paint this beautiful picture!
Maybe I'll even sign my name with the bodies that remain
Just so the world acknowledge my greatness
As I smile and **** this dead girl's corpse
So sweet, so sound asleep as stroke her hair
I could could just lay here and marvel at the beauty
This truly is a beautiful picture

I write this sad poem because I don't know what else to do
It feels like my mind and body has been separated into two
I find myself staring mindlessly at the sunset and the moon
But In actuality I'm just glaring deeply at you
It has been a long time and I think you should know the honest truth
I love you but that feeling is slowly going  mute
It's funny you think I'm talking about the love of my life
But I'm talking about the guy who lost his sight
The one who wrote this tragic poem on this very night
Who said goodbye as he held his trigger extremely tight

We say we are different
But we only show how alike we truly are
It's as if all we are is a mirror image of the other
Both shouting that I am the original
That you are just a shadow
But let me ask you something
Have you ever truly asked who "you" are
Who "we" are
What is our true purpose upon this meat infested planet
Are we peace bringers
Or is that just a nicer way of saying destroyers
Often you would find me staring at the moon
Asking it for answers that eludes not only I
But the moon never responds
So I just end up laughing and getting lost in the skies
As a kid they told us that every star was a soul that was lost
That now instead of being with us physically they watch over us spiritually
Ha, maybe that is so
But like everything else...
Who truly knows

I live in a land of ice cream and fudge
Where the trees are made of chicken
And the seas red kool aid

I live in a land where instead of cats and dogs we have watermelon with legs
All black presidents expect that one white guy to pretend we ain't racist

I live in a land where instead of the KKK we have the BBC
The Black Brother Clan where we go around lynching crackers and the government don't do **** about it

I live in a land where the black race got all the blue collar jobs
While the whites live in the slums fighting over the crumbs

I live in a land of opportunity for my kind
Where we have everything we need to survive
And actually give to the less fortunate because we have been in their shoes

I live in the land known as the ***** realm
Where both the rich and poor get richer
And no one is truly left behind

I live in land of fantasies and slight vengeance
Where for once we can smile as one
Instead of pointing the gun

Don't you see I live in a wonderful land
One where I wish to never leave
But as I said before this is nothing but a fantasy
So it will sadly never come true

Not now or in a million year

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How do we mend wavering pedestals...
When the ground beneath is parched dry.
Stemming off loose foundations that time had weathered wry.

How do we mend broken gazes...
When watchful eyes which were meant to see,
are blinded by the onslaught of half-truths and fallacy.

How do we mend burnt bridges...
When we never look back to trace heavy missteps.
We fail to admit to consciously springing obvious traps.

How do I mend ailing hearts...
When familiar corridors seem warped to a bend.
When my own is struggling and perpetually on the mend.

To my momma and papa at home,

I'm sorry, I'm not sorry
I'm sorry that your beloved son didn't turn out the way you wanted him to
That I took a gander in the reflecting pool when you told me not to

I'm sorry that I left home without asking you first
That I **** near died when I saw the truth

I'm sorry that I put up this wall that will forever be between us three.
That I didn't just come when you told me to meet y'all at the tree

I'm sorry that while I was looking at the sunset and dreaming of peace
You were being mugged by this low level thief

I'm sorry that I couldn't come to your rescue when you needed me to
That I abandoned y'all when you needed me most

I'm sorry I pulled the trigger that ended your lives
But please understand I did what I had to do to survive

I'm sorry that though in reality y'all survived
In my heart, the only thing I'm sorry about is the fact this is a lie