Like a long
begone forsaken
thaumaturgy
Twice uttered once more by the clergy
As it was, oh so urgently
By the good Lord! Strange urges upon me
For once upon a time I looked down
and underneath me was the grace of a feline
but little did I know that this feline was standing on landmines
Why! Down the line come to find that the time
at which the flight would take off was about a quarter to 2:20pm
as a matter of fact.
Break
You tried to break me down at every step and you wonder why any of my intentions at this point could possibly be good. Trust me, some of these intentions might be... dubious at best. A lot of people treated me poorly, but they're not the ones I'm fighting for. I'm fighting for the ones that showed me the good in life. Because if they can persist in a world like this, that is obviously so mean to so many, they deserve a good life just as I do, and I'd rather be a part of a good life than being the same type of mean bastard that I hate the most. - Unknown
Break
Just like that feline
It was a cause for pause
When they put their grubby paws
All over my back and damn near gave me a heart attack
When they invited me down to the county crime shack
I'd be lying if I said I declined to decline
With so much steak on the line
It was as if what I came to find
Was on rewind with just the power of my mind.Break
About the Creator
Sabien Ruffin
Passion comes in so many flavors. I want a different world. We talk about what we want, we sometimes talk about how we would achieve it, but how often do we get there?
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