Category : Poems

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I don't give a fuck no more, and I ain't scared die, roll my ashes in a blunt, and burn down the sky, death is on the way, and I plan to fry, kill a rhyme in a line, mass murdered in time, lead by motives not yet clear in my mind, but still I'm out here struggling, trying to get mine, promise of an eternal flame, waiting on the other side, heading to the furnace, seems like in full stride, with one hand on the Bible, and a demon as the guide, catch peace during the day, and battle like hell at night, to keep the lil bit of peace in my soul, from loosing this frantic fight, yet the vision and quest to win, remain still in sight
Venom 
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