were observers. Presently searching to find the forces which challenges our mind what aims at hard living...head bangin...tuberbulence...building on shake.. raddle and roll movement...make mountains crumble from statements with bold balistics..writes what skill minds controls from natural resources...we demonstrate..da quickness..alternate...what's different..we give you da taste...a piece of us for..a piece of U! Mr Lannie Ross Ms Sheila Jordan
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
FRAGMENT/ THE SURVIVOR
I'm a disable for,,whats collasped ..whats diassembled by ..structure..to stand..my bones takes a swift kick...went against my strength..where i plundge ..u aimed at me..the defender i wear..your clothes...i camofloge havoc.. me..your target... i become whats bombed..the mind wiped out..living civilian...whats.not lived as a war
crimes..whats underneath ground level..where i fear for my life..where i bleed..not pleased with the otcome..but..i try 2 heal ..where allies forces betray my freedom..my life ..i'm chosen ..it's war..to be commaned..what demands are used as weapons..u charged at what was innocent my religion...i wear a knife ..which cuts//slices//possess a need 2 strike..attack at will..where i die..with no defenswes..where the battles leaves you with nrespect..but lays out a method to destroy man....knows no end..we stare at purpose..fractures..deforms..wounds...blows
us 2 smitherreens//a code to indcate..to kill at will..where the blood of fragments
i become the artilleryi go home...become the wheelchairs..directs...whre i become the loaded guns..terriorized..my own..wondered if i will b blamed..fear for my own travesty...but..congratulate my bravery at will..life controls whats asked me..in timesof trouble..but truble aims..fires by commands..your soul to take risk..never make promises ..but caused 2 defect ..invent the struggle..instruct your wars to choose..seedfaith..while teaches armmigaton....sends you back in a bodbag or lumbs broken..fractures...with no repair..saw a man today..he sold me his story,,about a civilized war vet...what i see all around my neighborhood..man that gone to war..with medals an purple hearts..with fractured bodyparts..some without..with no sense to perform..can u stand..living proud..wearing no legs ..but some manufatured..knows the pain..but lifes holds them defected..left handicapped...
in a war..left from killling life..where i'm a war..by the people ..for the people...where i aimed..became what once lived ...still remains..a man fractured..lame..torn apart my journey..injuried ..damaged..as structure..but builtas god's child..who signed ..no papers to teach...create.
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