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Men Toar Like As If War Was A Father Figure To Brutality
An Impossible State Of Mind To Concur In Ones Reality
Is Just A Mere Fear That You Were Brought To A Place You Havent Been
Where It Altered and Twisted Your Conscience's Labyrinth
At Heart Every Man Is a Lost Boy in an Eternal Desert Of Reflection
But Ones Soul Cannot Handle Tortured Love With No Affection
A Goal Of Wit A Direction of Being Positive Was Deserted Long Ago
And The Only Thing Blocking One To Find It Is Wrong And Sorrow
Goals Are Ones Image of Escaping All The Negative That Exists
Achieving One Happens Once In A Blue Moon, As Rare A Souls Lift
In War When 1 is Hurt Motion Decreases Speed Like a Slow Dance
And No Man's Goal is Achieved and My Third Eye Grows Cramps
There are No More Goals In a Country That Surrounds Itself W/ H8
And A Small Amount Of Pride and Courage and Much Lost Fate

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Jeezus

Good piece here man.. I really fell into the trap of confusion of some sort was what your poem meant... Very nice vocabulary flowing well... Complex piece to think about.. Return the favor.. Peace

Holla

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Sonz Of Enlightenment

thats some nice shit, but u to need to up the vocab. its shit that gets u thinkin, takes u a while to understand but once you read thru u kno what its bout. im feelin u. return it

iight yall

Yeah, our consciences R like a mazes. From what I get from the poem, it seems like the fact that your saying our consciences are like mazes, then it makes it even more difficult to acheive our goals? Is that an accurate readin? That was tight. I enjoyed it 2 much. Keep it up.

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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...

Your Correct...It is what i meant

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