my mind ain't mine my prides been shattered
i can barely sift through my clothes torn tattered
imangine being battered broken over words spoken
i'd give my last breath to no longer be the token
left alone in my room barely alive much less coping
no room for love no time for hoping
seeing the fragile victims of violence conquers the man in me
the insanity of brutal acts of christians unspoken vanity
unstable life has us all restless and panicking
we all suffer under the thumb in this land of free
see, it's a sad state of affairs that has left us reeling
subjugated under imperialistic thoughts with no feeling
resorted to inhumane pacts and facts of the unwilling
pressure to become a slave to what you were dealing
understand this sick and pyscopathic ruse i'm brooding
my methods crude i choose to lose it
i capture the very essence each fucking thougth and nuance
i went from manic depressive to an ordinary nuisance
praying people perfect passiveness from prudence
i passionately defect from you ordinary type of music
my love for rhyme is born from me as fluid
prophiits dead he could never do it the way i could do it

signed,

THE DEAD POET

wow.... nice piece.....the structure made it easier to read , alot of pieces are bunched in a way that makes them unlegible. good to see you stray from that shit.
the whole piece was great, your vocab pretty damn impressive..
put togeter nicely....no complaints here keep it up ..

i passionately defect from you ordinary type of music<........that is so cold...

^^^^post three replies or i take it down....

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sacred scriptures record (5-0)

nice

^thank you for your indepth reply.........upping

i really liked this piece...i always look foward to reading stuff by you...and you didnt let me down with this "subjugated under imperialistic thoughts with no feeling
resorted to inhumane pacts and facts of the unwilling
pressure to become a slave to what you were dealing" great lines...i loved the way the whole piece flowed...keep it up..ill be looking foward to read more of yours....and if you could read mine that would be great

phrophiit u have a very rare understanding of life. Keep developing your understanding.

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Ya shit is no competition like 'trucker hats' against some 'fitteds'
nigga I'll fade u away like J's on the ballin court in a 'arcura' wit 'tinteds' -mindkontrol

none yall niggas wanna see me...

Very Nice Very Nice its kinda kool man i like your style very weird tho but nice keep dropping

Well the 'dead poet' thing at the end put me off a bit. As i know someone who is known as the 'dead poet'. Though of course, it is more like 'a' dead poet. As there can be no 'the'. Anyway, they called him that cos he would speak and write in a way that seemed lifeless. Without energy. Without anything. And that within itself brough out so much energy and emotion and life in his pieces. A brooding and dark life. But nonetheless, life.

Anyway, i can still recognise this piece for what it is. An interesting and quite well constructed (at times complex in construction) piece of self exploration and analysis. Coming to terms with your life and your abilities to write. Albeit morbid and suffocating...(the common cliche that writing and understanding of world around becomes curse rather than welcome gift...along those lines...).

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