"Sometimes I feel...like a motherless child.
A long, long way, from home..."
Where I live, chests and heads split like sieves
Crack is dealt, smoked, sold, and did
Who you wit? Is a question asked to every kid
Doing bids…is a rite of passage to a child
Increasing his life miles. Uneven blend of frowns and smiles
Souls defiled. A demon presence hovers in the air
The cops don’t care. Nothing in the world appears to be fair
Only a hair of a percent of a slice of pie, survive.
Only thing guaranteed in life is to die…death
The subtle thief of all the blacks left…subtlety…
An odd description for such a dramatic affliction
Conscription to the devil’s army, solidified…
Heavenly passage is forever denied…innocence,
The condition held only by infants…penance,
Can restore the original, but humanly effort is pitiful.
The residual, snowballing in intensity…the incepting
Sin awoke a sleeping demon within. The human predicament
To our own destruction we’re a sycophant.
In media, oral, and print. We disgrace and insult ourselves…
Santa’s elves…if you understand what Santa really is…
Think deep…look at the children and you may weep…
The evil seed contained in a good deed…be good or naughty
The devil of him is so haughty. His best creation…
Among the children to create a sensation…devastation
Detracting attention from God, Intended defamation…
Insolence…but off topic…slightly. The evil in the world moves mightily.
Tables turned so decidedly…public opinion…we’re all minions…
But such is the nature of our existence. Continued incidents,
Until we all trip and take the longest fall……………………
Screams die out, and flesh burns away. The bones char and crumble.
But your ashes continue on. But back to this caged bird’s song.
The fat lady, she is singing, my death knell is playing in the background
My ears hear not a sound. My eyes see nto a sight…
My world has plunged into night…tonight…I lose the fight
A deal went bad…I was going to school…
I heard the shots…but before I could move…
I was laid on the cold earth…that will serve as my hearth…
From which I was birthed, and to which I shall soon return…
The value of human worth…sand, gravel and dirt…
For years we exist and get to flirt…with the matters of flesh…
But yes…death is a guarantee…known since the beginning.
Why do we posterity, think we know better. Why do we presume authority?
To govern our own lives…like we would really design our own demise…
My thoughts are fading…I feel the blood escaping…
The whole in my chest is gaping…no one cares….
I feel the rumbles of cars passing by…my body is growing cold…
I am quickly losing my hold…Jesus…
Please…
Remember my soul…
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