When I spit off my words, a lot of mourning is head.
When am wronged, a lot of graves are inhabited.
Haters dare not freak me out for fear of losing their peace.
Generally speaking, my fury is like a burning hot furnace hotter than the blast furnace.
Burglars passby my home for they love their lives.
The little appeal given, 'hold your peace, leave your neighbor's house, keep your faith in GOD and dont do drugs'.
©harzright
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