Treasure Island

James Branson

(6-18-70 / Philippines Island)

''My Hatered''


ready to fight ignite like dynomite explode ready sale my soul, my hatred is outta of control. I want to cause havoc and pain my madess drives me insane the demons in head always playing games got so many enemies I forget there names I do remember there still the same bitches, nothing change. gods curse had made me this way, peace has cease hatred is my diease the darkness is becoming pure my hatred there is no cure. Still being haunted by my past my dreams have become nightmares life is going to fast. My past is my pain it is leaving a mark like a blood stain, my life becomes drain, my hatred making darange. my hatred puts me in diffirent state of mind trying to grasp on to time pattention to the signs my hatered puts me at diffirent frame of mind not so kind can not define the meaning of life.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 22, 2008

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