The Souls innocence peep a glimpse of Sadness /abuse in the Distance.
I know …..
I usta Sleep where Murderers Souls Wander. With the Weight of Volumes and Volumes of Violent Victim rolls, Mumbled under the Breath of Slayers like a Prayer, they wandered daily,
Town Cryer of a song of Decomposition
endlessly wandering …
I learned to read in Prison, read behind the eyes reflection. The lies, I learned to read the Composition of non Truth
It silences the Moving mouth
and resets your attention....Never to Play Bullshit again..
see the dominate hate,?
OJ made Nicole pay for twisted anger
Its coming OJ..
in the whispers, the stares of your children's Scars,
in the Silence of their Laughter no more suspicion
It coming OJ
maybe from an organization, that think you give even 'Niggers' a Bad name,
or from people that know and love black Pride
Knowing you defaced it, to empower the Ignorant
and Hurt the Souls journey Of Truth
in our Glorious Heritage and
ancestral
LOVE.
Or maybe from.
a Professional person...
Or a Bad... BAAAD Accident
no matter what you think
Its coming...
you cant out run it
out Jump it
or catch it with a Broad smile.
Yes prison has taught me to read
after living with Murderers for Years so many Variations Dulled bent and Broke my Youth in compromised exsistence....
You will never be Loved again
you WILL lay next to the blade that hung the Bitter taste of Tragedy With its Fatal stroke.
Darkness will display you on a Meat hook
Of Evil
in View of innocent Tears of Love
On the Ground scattered like Rose petals
Its coming OJ.
Lightening Speed
Snatched!
suffocating
skin burning
dripping into Flames
in the dark acrid void
Vomiting bile, blood, Snakes
is YOU…
Its here
OJ !
and no one heard you Scream.
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Reviewed by Marisha Huber (Reader)
Reviewed on November 22, 2006
There are so many lines that I love in this I don't know where to start! You do know how to evoke an emotion! Thanks! It was a wonderful ride!