Short Verse #4

"They say Im a narcists this all coming from a communist.
Slavery is the name of the game. Pick your drug chose your pain.
Walk the wall past the firing squad, saying a prayer to your god.
Will you look death in the eyes, never compromise to the lies.

I'll share with you my deffinition of Insanity.....
Obssesed with vanity, blind to see, your true beauty.
Obssesed to walk, nothing sought, your soul was bought.
I will visit your grave, on that solem day, and I will say,
your a pawn, your a slave. Open your eyes and just maybe a future can be saved."

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and I will say, your a pawn, your a slave.

A great write my friend.
It flow very well and you have a great style of writing.
I enjoyed it very much.
keep penning

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Thank you for your kind

Thank you for your kind words!! :) readers like you that enjoy my work inspires me greatly to continue to write.. Hope to hear more of your comments.

"I am my own sort of strange, a supernova of madness and brillance. Forced to share the same space and time. Sane enough to not be seen, yet not crazy enough to be heard." -- Matthew Wayne