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Artist JoeMac
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Somedays, i hate my parents, matter fact, I remember the day i got pissed off at my parents, see they say parents are suppose to be there for their child, whether their calm acting or running wild, there supposed to be there for their child...discipline, nourishment and care are key, but what happens when they forget those three, what happens when the parents endangers their child and start to abuse, see my mother nature got pissed off and caught her period one day, her wrath came in the form of a hurricane and she brought me nothing but pain, and at that same time, i asked my father God to check my mother, but it seemed like he was in agreeance with her, maybe I had did somethin I didnt know, maybe I had went astray like when eve listened to the snake, or when adam listened to eve, cause all of a sudden a cool breeze turned into a whirdwind of hurt and all of a sudden my world disappeared under the wind, see I couldnt win for losin, so I tucked myself under my covers and counted the numbers, six, seven, eight, nine, ten thousand or so of my friends gone, and Im sitting here wondering what the hell did i do wrong, or what I did to deserve this, it was like we were a toilet bowl and someone took one giant pis over everybody, and as i noticed every body, I saw a piece of myself disappear with their corpse, see now i started to go hoarse from yellin so much, mother, father, why did I deserve this, I am nothing but one of your many children, and Im pretty sure somebody else was actin up worse than me, thats when I saw my father God wipe his eyes, and as they dried and his tears started to recide, I seen a statue of his son, left in the middle of the land covered in blood, and then i realized, maybe he had shed it again, just to let us know that he would still cover us, even in the midst of a tragedy, then it saddened me, how could I get mad at my parents, not thinkin they didnt care, because then I thought to myself, sometimes the greatest triumph, comes from the acts of despair

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