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Is this the End?


I tremble and shake 

The wind blows my mind away

The cold climate freezes my brain

My heart catches on fire

My pants burn with my lies

I tremble and shake 

The earth quakes with societal pressures 

Moon craters and crumbles against the pain of meteors 

The cat uses one of its nine lives to become a dog 

I tremble and shake

The endless cycle of a never changing past

Everyone wanting something they can never have

Black and White

Red and Blue

Two opposing teams 

A battle for control 

The ultimate power struggle 

I tremble and shake

My soul exhales my sins

I bleed gold as hell reaches a rolling boil 

The final destination. 

I tremble and shake

Living while dying 

Hurting while healing

Bleeding my heart out onto the awaiting concrete where my sins are stained.  

I tremble and shake 

As my dreams are caught by someone else.

Chasing a dream is like being on a treadmill 

You expectations are never reached

I tremble and shake

In my neighborhood 

Following you’re dreams is gonna kill you

Before a gun does 

I tremble and shake

As bullets penetrate walls and doors

The perfect playground for a massacre

The pure blood is spattered in battle projecting the true colors of our nation

I tremble and shake

As mental illnesses are reason to not be prosecuted

Justice is not served in a mental institution 

The pride of my country is ripped away along with my innocence 

I tremble and shake

While the past repeats itself 

How many lives will be lost this time?

I tremble and shake

Is today the day?

We die in a mushroom cloud

Screams pierce the air then we are the dust causing an 10 year old asthmatic to reach for his inhaler 

I tremble and shake

Because following my dreams is impossible because the tail lights are out 

Shooting for the stars is overrated because the sun is also a star. 

I tremble and shake

Dear Mister President,

Is this the future for America?

Living while waiting to die 

Tell me 

Are you helping us or yourself?

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