kawambee thomas


Me

My soul cry’s out to resolve this anger
Never understanding why death carried a bigger burden than life
The whole depression of living leaves life useless
Making the virtue of death in reasonable means
Life itself creates death in a mind state of illusion
Illusion creates the image that makes it possible to foresee
Everybody’s self-prophecy comes and goes some greater others less who believes
Were just left to determine our own destiny
Shadowing the model image of society ruins us all a

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