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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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In the house of the living dead wood rats looking to be fed
 

Wrote this on zig zags retrieved from trash bags filled with bloody rags
 

Seeping from the veins of junkies kicking the monkey

 I said kicking the monkey
 

In the drippings my feet are slipping it’s the 60’s no bodies tripping
 

The eye is red the bodies dead
Just liven to be dead
The wall said
 

Still a child I read
This war this war
Bled us red
 

This war this war made us dead  

Scrawled like scratches the poet wrote and fled  I wrote this to be read
 

In a room she sits on a bed eyes black like raccoon
 

How can flesh burn when the souls on ice?
 

Take the pie just save me a slice
 

I’m not greedy the crumbs will do
 

Ate beans and rice in the house of YURU
 

Not a man to my mother
Not a man to my brother
Not a man to my sister
Not a man to this system
 

Still a child I read while the junkies bled
 

Flesh won’t burn if the souls on ice
 

Dad lives in Soledad his type is stereo Huey pours milk on my cereal
I sit on the dirty floor eat some then beg for more
 

The monsters calling come here girl come here boy speed balling
Eyes like steal marble cold this was a bad scene you know what I mean

 

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DAPHNE says:

Very intriguing. I felt very protective while reading this poem.

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