bright light
A thought of a bright light
thinking that i just
might be the bright light
the bright light fell slight,,,,ly
it just might,,,,,,be
brightly sightly seen
gleaming throught the screen
Screaming for it to be torn
I am torn
can you see my
BRIGHT LIGHT
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Michael Anthony Mccale
My life of sin with no pen here we go lets live it again. what i hate is the hate with in this mind of mine for the ones that I love. Always have been shone a how to be racist at the same time looked with the same eye saying the same thing directed my direction from the ones they say they love,,me. but show the same hate to people and they show the same to me, That's BLASPHEMY so i directed my hate to demonstrate the fate of there mistake of teaching me this hate. I fought back with gods help falling in love,,,, my Black,,,,wife in time to find a hate with in side she did not like.
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