Life's daily frustrations led I to these
Frequent masturbations
Analogies can't explain these agonies,
A State
Of
Depression...
My eyes R open to this session,
Question? Do tha elite feast on grief,
Like a beetle feeds on a leaf?
Those trapped in purgatory amplify tha story
And tha mystery echos through history.
I think of things that were; like war in Darfur
While fields are abandoned to brambles thorns,
Harbouring bandits, murderers, and rapists.
And like a fossiled tree who wuz once free
They are now trapped and could never flee.
Fated by hate, sad has been my life
I wuz immersed in tha blood of a goat,
And made a covenant when I took that oath
This is my life that I loath
A Rebel, a walking curse,
I could never produce no fruit
4 ma' seed is cursed....
copyright nats 07'
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