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The Immortal Wize

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lightness in the dark
If you're reading this you're it, get with it stay with it don't quit.

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 My sister’s in AA telling lies
The truth is she’s in relapse mode
 

My brother’s on the corner
Selling bean pie alamode
 

My mother’s in church waiting for Jesus
Praying for our souls
 

We’re all deceived but still we believe this
What do we really know?
 

Waiting on something we never seen before
Who the hell opened that door?
 

What is faith if we don’t have it
Mama killed a lot of rabbits

Her bed rocked out of wedlock
I can’t think my nerves are bad
Creating destructive habits
 

Therapist what do you want me to say
Do you want me to testify?
 

Do you want to hear my story?
Do you want me to sit here and cry?
 

Do you want me to tell you the reason why?
I didn’t ask to be born into this world
 

I didn’t ask for a father
who wanted a boy and not a girl
 

Looking all around me feeling paranoid
I ask myself are these girls are these my boys
 

Do they have my back to stab it?
Are they watching my wallet to grab it?
 

From many holes I have risen
Quick to make a decision
 

Trust but one is my religion
Do you think I’m mentally disturbed?
 

Do you think I need something to calm my nerves?
Strongly rooted like a tree
 

No mental slavery
Bumble like a bee
 

Trying to get these words out of me
Like migraine lightning bolts of pain
 

Stabbing and crashing through my brain
I want to be good don’t want to go to hell
 

To be truthful I don’t want to take those nails
Through my hands and feet
 

I don’t want to get cut that deep
I close my eyes try to fall to sleep
 

from the day I was born

somthing has been trying to abort me

I can hear voices calling me
 

One foot in the fire the other in the sea
Now tell me is there any  help for me

 

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jnikic5 says:

wow that was an amazing poem
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Imagination_733 says:

Just like FLOETRY!
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The Immortal Wize says:

Thank you both for the love, i think you're great too. Wize

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The Immortal Wize says:

Thank you both for Flowin wit me.
 

love_supreme says:

The path on this poem was on a level I cannot even explain.

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