My pen will not give praise to that burning mass
of fire in your sky
That thing myu ancestors cursed while thier hands
bled and sores oozed
That thing that looms exposing trails of freedom
and sheds light on the broken bodies of my sons
See i dont too much care for your burning star,
that which you praise for life giving rays.





done...sorry this sucks...Ladee....i think i can hate u now...wonderful topic made me think...for 2 whole days...oh well..there's that piece


i simply want to be the love song dangling from her lips-Saul Williams


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3rd i: so u gonna be my child's god parent
Dawgeatah: i already have 3
3rd i: yeah but do u have a black one..like pokemon gotta catch them all.

i am a self-mutilator
of the worst kind...
(c)MyLife