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Exodus


All those that live by the tongue shall perish for they shall hang themselves within their own spoken words of misery... Crucified like slithering snakes infiltrated within a circle to cause damage onto others as if they themselves were the epidemic of perfection... I have surrounded myself by many but sad to say that I can not tell who is my enemy, for with their swords I have felt my soul slain in agonized pain... Trust is a luxury I can not afford to no longer give away for evil that has come to me in many ways... Deceived by those whom I thought I could have trusted in my darkest of days the tarnishing of my goodwill name... I do not need deification done by others for choices and penalties I have paid, it is enough with my personal decision that I have made... For if I could root all those so called friends I would tell them to rot in the depths of hell for with their souls they shall someday pay... For in my life that only pertains to me I would wish for those would cease to exist setting me free, in my life for which I only subsist... In banishment you shall be named, in the presence of thy Lord you shall fall upon in shame, Exodus will bring you to your knees when you are present in his reign...
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Iz Da Realist Poet

Raised in the midst of a housing complex was never an easy task for IzyC. For as long as Ismael Cruz, Jr. can remember, he has always used his artistic abilities to escape into a fantasy realm. His parents tried their best to give him some form of serenity within their household, even if his rebellious side kept telling him he did not fit in. Being around a violent drug-filled community was a survival within its own where most of the friends you once knew were buried in dirt at such an early age. Even as a child Ismael has always dreamt of a peaceful place where a hammock and watching the sun settle in the horizon was the vision, his story was far from what he would dream of, unfortunately. Ismael was raised into a man who has seen, felt, struggled and endured heart-breaking pain. He has fought without ever giving up an inch for his own beliefs setting himself free from shattered visions. He has written Diary of Poems to express feelings and experiences in the life he has seen. He continues to reach hoping to someday teach others of the positives life can have in the negatives thrown in our direction daily. Certainly hoping these realistic writings would make a difference to you as it has done for him.

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