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Im waiting for GOD


Im sick of my people dying

and when I say people

I mean people

humans

The tone of my skin

wont prevent these babies from dying

these missils from flying

ebola from finding its way

even though news lies

by reading a script that says its okay

meanwhile we wait

in another part of the world

were bullets stray while kids play

and become demons with tanks and AKAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY............ 47's

lifes a sensation

I wonder if god stays in heaven

kus hes afraid of his creation

I wish this was all an imagination

but it is what it is

people dont care about words

just the snare and the drum

instagram pics and getting high doing drugs

mixing vodka and rum

God save us all. and forgive us for being iggnorant.

 

 

 

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