Cold Bodys Poem by Nate Mojica

Drop my body in a hole...
where dead body's lost there souls....
death is my humble spot....
no time to with hold...
its the r i p grave...
were i rest at home...
im done with weakening...
my soul...
while playboys sleep as slaves in a lifeless pit....
at night time...
im a prowler dying to get hit....
a panther at day light when i come out to play....
people sleep in sight of my day...

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