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Bring Them Home

I’ve been engaging in the “Death Ground strategy”
Living in a present catastrophe
Ignoring precious signs
Waisting precious time
Had I not took my time planning
I would have been fine
Now apart of me is missing like the stone of the 10 commandments
Everything is bottled in
Like leaves in a gutter
Sometimes I stutter when I talk
I guess my mind has been afraid to unleash words
So it doesn’t like to utter
But lately I’ve become more advanced than others
Spilling out like blood on a “cutter”
I got love for every other liar
Because every other only lies to hide pain
And I support each sex, no matter the mate
Is what I feel
But can I be broken into
Never took the time to be so wishful
But now I think I’ll steal
Like Robin Hood
For the greater good
Not only will I give back
But support each and every neighborhood
Yet I’m still planning
Enough said, I hate when my thoughts become tangent
No more of that, I will bring us out the darkness
No longer a need to panic


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