…….Is more than just a pet kept too long, it’s more on the level of a lobotomy, during some unusual form of sodomy, it created a backwards psychology, there’s no one home to receive an apology. He calls me brother but still acts like we’re in a rivalry, so you know there will be no cavalry, surely this is our Calvary, but we’re in the audience throwing rocks at ourselves, as we spit back at ourselves from another man’s symbol, in an attempt to make the source of the lie tremble; all it draws is a smile with dimples; leaves us all looking so simple, as our would be elders pass the ripple. We don’t even eat right, that’s why we big as hippos, grown men still on their mothers nipples. Under the same pressures because of his dark complexion, but he uses Spanish as a deflection, it only gives the soul controller an erection; you try to move in their section, and them Karine’s start to flexing, and they got the power to start recking with no weapons, but only because of your conditioning, all they need is pad and pin. Malcolm said we have no friends, even while standing in front of a large mirror.
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Wow! I love the imagery and the style. Do you have any inspiration?
My inspiration is built brick by brick of appreciations.
Strong and reflective-Thanks for sharing
Thanks.
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