So, lowly criminal, please tell me, how do you plead? Now, honorable judges, ladies, gentlemen of the jury, please allow me to present my case... Ha!
Does history guide you, or do you set out to change it? Breach not broken Fuck your... Skinned- alive designer wear Fashion shades and salon hair Heels
Stillborn pride - let me hide! Once more I've stepped across the line, Repeating to myself that everything is fine. Once more I'm shipwrecked far from
I say! Why do you grip so hard, that way? Of what, is there left to be afraid? Let the waves elope with your empty remains. They erode your foothold,
Air like water, water like stone, birds elopes with the sun. A velvet quietus furtively draped over ears Quartz underfoot and crystalline opal tears Welcoming
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I awoke to a complex chemistry. So, I went to a neuro-surgeon inquisitively to see what she could see. But she knows only what she's taught so I turned
Awaken as from a tormented sleepwith eyes anxiously looking to creep beyond this twisted dementia displayed on the walls. Mysterious mindset and ink droplets
This human incompetence and its consequence, Sub-human intolerance hitting home. This stupid, old Prejudice and its consequence; civilian rights are not
Often misjudged are the criminals among us; guilty and their sentence is not yet served. How broken and dead the reigning race would be if we All got
I remember the way your hand reached out and Closed doors. I remember, though memories serve no Purpose anymore. Wrong direction. I now see what I didn
The bloodline traces back to the past from Whence the first real Christians came. The Racist procreation remains in every God-damned rally, riot and rage
Alone... she was... and we face this journey alone... Helpless and weak, dependent on others' decisions and needs. But who's to say what is right? To
Can't you see how far I've bent? Fuel abuse At my expese. The link thats crawl up silken Threads and, swift, entomh the not quite dead. That sickening
Fall into flames All that remains of me is a stepped On, thrown out piece of your enemy. All that remains Of me is about to hit the ground. When you
What says the Tree to his friends the Rocks? When he lives and breathes they sit and mock? And he grows strong, for centuries long, but one he dies and
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Powerless, depressed, I try to conceal all the Wreckage inside. But, they are denied the basic Rights hand-delivered to all mankind. My patience tried
