this was a reel gud story but i cudnt find tha poem in it at all, although the imagery was gud and the vocab was gud 2........ i think that this cud b made in2 a poem but it wud take sum wurk cuz nun of this rhymed........ o well it was a gud read none the less

.........fav part..........

holding his hands to his face he dropped to servile knees he looked up towards the blackness above begging God for a reprieve, a second chance if you will, begging him to imanciapte him from the burden he's carried so long ago. begging God to let him die as he had done for countless others in his time. Praying that the Lord would allow him to become an angel, one of the many sycophants in God's court, but sadly his plees fell upon the def ears of God and the flowers all around withered as if in response to his plee.


keep droppin
return tha favor

....bless

me amabu
where i go

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