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The occupation of LIFE

January 18, 2015
By Anonymous


You want my words to please your ears

But your heart craves the truth

situations, complications, deseptions turned into revelation

Digging for the truth of the root exposing the lie deaf dumb blind

Leading the blind a kind of paradime

Ready to fight father of strife, another heart on strike

Kiss of death turned hipe

 

And you say I'm a victim of sercumstance?

Sheltering a selfish romance?

Wicked lies steady ready convinced 

keeping YOU a point of interest

Drawing yourself with the "Poor Me" syndrome

Saying you forgive youself but dress in black like Mr. Omen

Instrument of lies a bit of sweet

Surprice, melodies, harmonies reflections of disguise

Your reluction to recognise

Hard to swallow, quick to judge

Be the slave to the drugs, be the killer

Hold the grudge to yourself!!

Bleeding out, slowly dyingof the pain

The person in the mirror

Trying to gain money, power, respect?

 

Another robot blinded by the game

Another slave trying to tame the battle of his soul

The up and down, the push and pull

Lips of seduction, hips of corruption

Lustful beauty, wombs corrupted

Breading sons of destruction

 

Fingers pointed, critisism annointed

You're feeling judgement

Got them choking on the seeds he appointed

A broken life steady under construction

Instead of walking in love, you want to point out correction

Their trying to trust, tryng to open up

Missing all the pieces to the puzzle

So another bites the dought

Bussy debating, thinking about the next vacation you'll be taking

No PERPOSE no POINT

Hearing never doind Procrastinating

You live in freedom, but the discution caought up

Is the dictatorship in which you're governed

 

What should be the mijority is the minority

Living, breathing poverty, tweested monopoly

 

Hypocritical sadness with tendences of fairices

Tweested scriptures, bound in chains

It's a reality

Unborn dying, Hoes crying, No fathers teaching PIMPS

And you're justifying?

Social profiling doing nothing but descriminating

Tearing down, Jugding and arstresizing

The heart of Gods finest appirience of a diamond

Breaks the flesh, class cracked like glass

 

A wicked heart slowly drowning to be blinded by the truth

By a tanted understatement

A pure unconditional relation

Statement of an ultimate payment

 

And like i said

You want my words to please your ears

But your heart craves the truth


The author's comments:


I hope that by people reading thi peom of mine they get to understand the situations in the world every matter included


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