Blake Foxx

Rookie (1/26/1993 / THE WOMB! ! ! ! I know shocking)

Stolen - Poem by Blake Foxx

I was your power
Your general, your right hand

You say i deserve power
and i say only your son does

You say i am
and i say we all are

Your blood gets mad
he kills you

Your blood gets jealous
he frames me

Your blood gets scared
he tries to kill me

I survive
and here i come

Your blood gets envious
he kills my blood

I die inside
they take me

I fight
please a few

We earn our place
serve your blood

We fight for your blood
killing others under the same cause

I confess
your blood prays

Your blood comes
stabbing me

Your blood sees glory
i show him the glory of death

He falls at my feet
I fall at his side

Comfort comes in
i find my blood

Death is home
my bloods domain

I go home
leaving yours

Life is over
and happiness returns

My name is Maximus
You were my Caeser

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 23, 2010

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