2016 Skeleton page leftovers or lines lost in time, ""i forgot what i called the last one ""

2016 Skeleton page leftovers or lines lost in time, ""i forgot what i called the last one ""

A Poem by BLitZeD
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read the title, i dont want to hear s**t about my spelling :/

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Recent acts of terror and hate? 
Isis lurks in the shadows of the islamic state. 
Clinton and trump run for leadership in a presidential race 
black lives matter but i feel this is not the place to segregate race 
the time for a revolution is near, as one, dont let the whisper race war in your ear 

 united we stand, but divided we force one anothers hand. 
are we really going back to  panthers vs the clan 
what about f**k the system, we the people vs uncle sam. 
a play for marshal law thats all i understand. 
a distraction from behind the scenes, like a silancer on the muzzle

while were at it f**k the Mexicans too, lets build a wall...f*****g idiots 

can silence speak? 
when your alone, does your conscience squeak? 
debates in my head telling myself the points are weak. 

subconsciously influenced by my surroundings, topics peak. 
graveyards usher in remembrance, in my head regrets leak. 
if i would have done that he would have done this,
then hed still be around, he' would still exist.  
while the other argues fate is concrete, no way to resist 
he wouldnt be around, one can not stop the hell hound once its of its leash
their has to be death to balance out the peace in this world, 
The planets boundaries haven't ceased since before osirus ruled the deep under world

can silence speak? 


hell and handguns, im guaranteed like a warranty 
but this s**t i cant believe,
 n****s with man buns and skinny jeans, their annoying me, they need to leave. 
what happened to baggy pants and a long white tee. 

im guarranteed hell and handguns, no rewards for me. 
i take a step forward and your lord brings me back like a warranty 
no choice but this chore i see, the evil that im forced too feed
the demons so alluring and free, i think im back to doing me
have too make sure i still bleed. 



when they say holy ghost they just mean a ghost writer
you ended up with me

 

© 2017 BLitZeD


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I don't know if you meant it to be, but when I read it in my head it sounded like a very passionate rap. I liked it a lot, more and more as it went on. I like reading someone whose style is different from my own.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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this will hit home for many. this is unbelieveably good

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I don't know my friend. Today in Florida. More murder. World going mad. Can we stop the chaos? I understand this poem. I'm old. I worry for my kids and grandchildren. What did we leave for this generation?
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