Post by Baraka Obam on Apr 1, 2015 18:45:41 GMT -5
mock anyone here, really, I help them understand their fear, I work for free, and yet, you complain to me!
Where are your friends, family now, truth bitter sweet, sorrow, unseen insects led them to gossip.
Forgive me I could not save you, doctors incompetence, told of good health
Wives tales of disease, imagined, not learned, professed by book smart fools
I was alone, you weren't there, I know this disease foot fungus to hair.
Name calling your response to hard truths, why so angry, after all I am you.
What wonder I feel, persecuted by those that would be Queen
The value of humans truly a farce.
Still I value you and your health more than you know,
Children born diseased, full of pain, many with problems destroying their brain .
As long as I am alive, true information I sow, will not be buried or contrived by you,
Your feelings count nothing in topics important, crying hard about you , too many feel pain equal and worse than any suffered by you.
Acceptance of crazy thoughts, confusing the masses, meaning the disease will continue to be passed up.
Cumulative damage done to old and new, hidden away, stealth, the making of the evil with wealth..
What relayed is real, no reason to contrive, what to gain, this story from pain.
A grand way, to waste away my hours,
Is my soul so lost, pray tell me, what is the cost
If there's reward, trophy made of pot metal plated in gold, placed on my chest, a reward for dying, young, in pain, so slow .
The man revels, his ability to dispel death and suffering on those, weaker and smaller, now swims in their blood.
Would it be right, to hope, the human race replaced, a life form, not controlled by perception and gold, one kind with a ability to do good and to grow.
Educated, self centered narcissists will never know, they consider the wise man the fool, this world history renown's, the genius always stands his ground, ALONE.
Common knowledge is a disease.
Writen by a compromised brain on wine to kill the pain.
Where are your friends, family now, truth bitter sweet, sorrow, unseen insects led them to gossip.
Forgive me I could not save you, doctors incompetence, told of good health
Wives tales of disease, imagined, not learned, professed by book smart fools
I was alone, you weren't there, I know this disease foot fungus to hair.
Name calling your response to hard truths, why so angry, after all I am you.
What wonder I feel, persecuted by those that would be Queen
The value of humans truly a farce.
Still I value you and your health more than you know,
Children born diseased, full of pain, many with problems destroying their brain .
As long as I am alive, true information I sow, will not be buried or contrived by you,
Your feelings count nothing in topics important, crying hard about you , too many feel pain equal and worse than any suffered by you.
Acceptance of crazy thoughts, confusing the masses, meaning the disease will continue to be passed up.
Cumulative damage done to old and new, hidden away, stealth, the making of the evil with wealth..
What relayed is real, no reason to contrive, what to gain, this story from pain.
A grand way, to waste away my hours,
Is my soul so lost, pray tell me, what is the cost
If there's reward, trophy made of pot metal plated in gold, placed on my chest, a reward for dying, young, in pain, so slow .
The man revels, his ability to dispel death and suffering on those, weaker and smaller, now swims in their blood.
Would it be right, to hope, the human race replaced, a life form, not controlled by perception and gold, one kind with a ability to do good and to grow.
Educated, self centered narcissists will never know, they consider the wise man the fool, this world history renown's, the genius always stands his ground, ALONE.
Common knowledge is a disease.
Writen by a compromised brain on wine to kill the pain.