The Fire Devours

My obsession for my existence

Is the reason for my resistance

To violence

It is end of silence

It is more than a dream job to me

Being a law enforcement officer is not a social luxury

Cause it time to put a end to senseless misery

It destroys me to see innocent people dead on the streets

No it is more than a dream job

It feels like I got rob

I thought I was on the highest cloud

But their lies were so loud

The point of breathing, living, and waking is to get this career

Cause like the fire devours wood

My intentions use to be good

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