By Arcassin Burnham
In The land of fiction,
We got poverty , terrorist , fluoride and judgement,
And the police still killing,
We need to unify in this without ammunition,
And you think this is relevant,
There's no escape and everyone is brainwashed in this,
Controlled by a syndicate, led by some Satanists that plan on just
Ending it,
Leaving behind a trail of bodies making families mourn for their
Loved ones,
If heaven was a mile away in the sky , I'll pack my bags and just run,
You'll never catch me out here trying to be a man while holding up a
Gun,
Plus life has been tough for me in the most underrated way , I swear it
Has not been fun..
we live in a jungle,full of dead and young..
Its survival of the fittest,now look at what I have done..
we live in a jungle,full of dead and young..
Its survival of the fittest,now look at what I have done..
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Author:
Arcassin Burnham (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 6th, 2017 11:17
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
Well done 🙂
~SS
great job dude
I like this one
Great write
well build piece all around
Excellent!
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