IDK
I don't know
how it goes
why the wind blows
where the clouds go
what to show
who knows
why the birds sing
why do we have to think
good, bad, ugly
whats the out come
after the beat of the drum and the horns sound
all the bodies hit the ground
and the people left standing
left with a frown
I don't know
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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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