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August 28th, 2009, 08:19 PM
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Every Sale Is Emotion.
Every Sale Is Emotion.
The, grey picture absored all forgotten problems many from our reach,
heart warming souls looking for escape -
many believed in the bible, but we beleived in freedom of speech.
In our moralled hearts words actually ment more than pitiful actions,
Slavery traded for satisfactions,to see torment and our screamish reactions,
They teased us in hard labour with agonising pain switching motions, -
harder they teased i felt, not just our bodys, but in our broken emotions,
We praised in religion for god to show us a path, for unexplained answers,
but, all we got was blood drips, dropping from our eyes onto blinded canvas,
we were proud people,although any dignity i had seemed to have lost it,
out of welfare, greed, heartless bastards, just for better fortune and profits.
Hiding behind closed hands, hoping if i couldn't see them everything will go,
Crying in self doubt, i was scared but for them i was making an ammusing show.
"I wasn't sure i would come out alive" but i knew love was still unborn,
I felt love into my heart, as dignified as a rose followed by their thorn -
The world was aginst me, The seas clashed and the thunderstorm rages,
blotched spotches of ink dripping, so basically hiding under blank pages,
we had no other choice but to be sold, held by our will and the restraints,
God fucked me with heaven, so now im left to believe in the devils saints -
this trade had to stop.., but my ankles and wrists smothered in chains,
weak...my eyes dialated, pain was apart of me as it ran through my veins,
plungered in the spine by this horsmans stick,i set aboard of the dusted ship,
had to obey commands or i'd get whipped, forced me to undress so had to strip,
these bastards need to stop, bruises painted my body with meaningless pity,
Imagining a place off this slavery ship, into a law against slavery city... -
I was stuck in this problem, nothing could stop my unwilling situations,
thinking of a time, where blacks could be set free from grasps of caucasions,
I want this nightmare to end, i hate being locked in a jail cell full of insanity,
freedom of speech was still burning bright, but no movement from profanity.
I just sat there taking the sexual anger, as tears protect my innocent smile,
Law abided citizens ignored there gracious rules, roamed in a place of hostile,
Slavery was painful, we were fed water and wheat just to keep us alive for dollars,
metal "clangs" as we walked, taped into a wooden seat with a iron chrome collars,
we gave up hope... in ever finding a solution, god betrayed us again and again. -
stopped all minds working all movement, and stuck in injustice's domain.
By,
-Official.
Last edited by Real Dope.; August 28th, 2009 at 09:08 PM
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August 28th, 2009, 08:28 PM
#2