I have become as bright as the moon shines; my mental creates beats and terrorize facts, the truth remains simple, where am I, in a state of being brilliant; as I write more words my thought are crippled without integrity; my choice is to become number one, no one is above god; where am I, lost in a world of pollution, the solution is the question to your answer, where am I; found like the lost shadow my destiny is my faith...
- Author: Contagious (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 3rd, 2017 06:28
- Category: Unclassified
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