Painful Poem by Anthony Smith
Painful
Flesh and blood
Is breaking down
I sit here lying
On the ground
Some of us
Don’t believe
In the reason
We’re all deceived
Precious angel
In the sky
You already knew
How I would die
You showed me
How I would die
And that I don’t get
To say good-bye
In the vision
That I saw
I was suffering
Under law
So now I’ll take
On last slow breath
Before I die
This painful death
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