innocence

January 22, 2014

Guilty isn't a word in my vocabulary

All these false claims are imaginary

I wouldn't even hurt a fly

My conscience is as clear as the sky

Purity pumps through my veins

Descrimination engulfs me like flames

I mean what would you do if you where in my shoes?

Would you continue to do the things you do?

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