Dead
Never with intent
Always by purpose
Do redifine,serve it as medicine,
Take hold of what innocence can never do,
Never sell evil for lies
And never behave like the begrudged,
They die quicker than the others,
Turned heads and eyes wide
Their mouths hang open,waiting for just a taste of something pure,
Yet here we remain,judged not by our merits but by the scars on our face,
Now I slow to a crawl
Divide our spines, cross-legged and sweating
Tell me your slive
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