death of Ju..sleep my friend for this is the end of your pain, hurt, opened wounds with dirt.death of Ju..
you once spoke of everylasting poetry but then you spoke your never lasting blasphemy
brothers tied in arms brothers died in harms way of saintly wonders whilst your god thunders his opinion of your blunders shadowing you life asunder.
like a bullet to the brain, life gave you no choice like trying to restrain you mouse like monsterous voice you came in th rain and left this stain:
spoken word heard only by the deaf ears of
All of this, for you..."you're here to stay....All of this, for you...
so blow me away.. pull the trigger today and end it this way.."
you tried to kill.. you only thrill taken on that hill like a jagged pill...
no room to breathe. no more to believe no life to weave no more need...
fallen to the "cold steel" of a poet who's not real
"Cameron" by name a killer by blame we we're the same
until he came......
...back with a gun no longer his father's son pulled the trigger with smile and laughed for a little while... &
meet me...
And sorry for the late reply!
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~Invocation~
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//minwoo is jjang... random comment *winks*//
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