Long kiss Goodnite II 6/3/08
The place I dwell;
Closed to the sky;
Dying inside;
Cloths I wear don't define the Bonafide persona;
The food I consume,
Has me feeling nourished plus full;
The bare necessities,
All I want is all I need;
Now dollars are required to make cents (sense)
Cause without due change
Survival is an everyday thang;
The ends don't always justify the means;
But the means always are classified when race wars,
Genocide,
And the underlined lie
are the tools used to divide;
Chaos has some form of order,
But order without chaos equals robots;
Free-will governs the soul,
So when rights are taken
for identity mistaken
My reaction might have my spirit forsaken…
So through the darkness of the light
The struggle for flight is the lack
of faith
because
most folks don't listen to foresight...
LONG KISS GOODNIGHT!
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Long kiss Goodnite II 6/3/08
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