Unic Cjonr

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Bruises Of Abuse - Poem by Unic Cjonr

Illustrations, of what is the truth to your lies, creep the silent vines, up high, on your wall of violence. Why do you lift your hand, on Gods land, to harm the ones you are suppose to protect. Abuse is so fresh on your breath, breathing, i smell the fresh of the dead. What stirs the echo inside your head, to start your insane brain to attack, install you do to the bruised, power felt by fear. I have a story i want to tell, to the man with the demon hand, caught in the vice, abuse is not the cause and is definatly not a prize. Stop, turn off whatever breaks your mood, do not harm women or child. Be more of a man, lift your hands to do good, praise will fall upon you, that is the basic rule of the world. Bury your scars, coffin all the pain, let pause be your cause, give love the chance to rain, today.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 18, 2013



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