(Life&Death Poem) Do Things The Hard Way
This is my closing remarks
This is my settlement with god
With repentance in the air
The thunder flies across the sky
The cataclysmic storm has once again come
With this one will I be undone?
On a spinning wheel slowly being emptied
And nothing I do can ever stop it
It is a aging process
Not taking a easy success
In the commerce world I'm non existent
I guess I have a pre-existing condition
A rebellion with repetition
The anguish of ambition
I know what I'm missing
But to live life I must not hide behind my four walls
Oh he's just making a bunch of phone calls and typing on a keyboard
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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