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Rooms, Inescapable prisons, That present our Feeble minds with Conforming individuals, Unfavorable probability, Discomfort. Rooms, Incase emotions. While hallways,
You follow coincidence down the path of least resistance Your decisions dictated by circumstance Your every move driven by nature and nurture It is not too late To live intentionally
There was once a world of simplicity and tranquility But man has robbed us of that ability Progression is the obsession of today’s generation When will we learn the needed forms of interrogation
We are a fast food generation, and in love with instant gratification, facing complete and utter annihilation, erasing the very blood line of the planet, look I get it, it’s easy to go to foreign countries to rape the world for its oil
Keep moving. They'll push you down and they'll put up a fight. Keep moving. They'll leave you broken and beaten. Keep moving. They'll laugh at your dreams and feed your fears. Keep moving. Until you find the one. Then stay.
Adorned with dark brown skin The constant teases as if it was a sin A Sin that my melanin was a little more defined
I stare at your glowing face in the light of the moonI wonder where it is the person I loved has goneWhat has happened to our loveI also look into the space where your heart,the heart which beat so strong and true,
Is it really worth it? The heartache the pain that you leave behind. Is it really worth it? A mother who has to bury a child, do you really want that? Can you see what you will cause?
In a world of darkness, Subtle waves pulse agaisnt my skin. My lungs feel tight and cramped, My heart slamming against my ribs with brutal force Working against the lack of oxygen.
As I write to whats to come Some say fate others destiney I wonder what may happen later For my eternity Maybe it'll be gnomic Maybe it'll be an incubus For what the future holds atonomy
Day by day The sun rises and the sun sets The stars glisten and the animals are at rest All you do is just wonder, wonder what brought me here That of course is logical, your parents
blood clusters in a lust massive starvation to the heart slow beats of death pound; reaching the finale no time to waste on love murderous love led to blood barely moving as short breaths weap out