This was inspired by someone: Its getting cold outside but I am not talking about the weather but the cold and clever way they endeavor the fine tuning of our minds, thinking of inking blood from the vile of our eyes, blinking out the cruelties in the brutality that has overcome the passion in our art, to reveal to us the menace of truth in the homicide, of racial genocide hidden within our heart... Why is it easiest to believe, as we bleed from the callus of revenge, that we trend from violence or extend from ignorance??? If it be the knowledge that is power, then why do we find ourselves weaken through the hours of wisdom, from which we were generational taught, by the ancestry who historically fought, for our victory, to reign over the greens of pastures, that was once the fields of our capture??? Our brain is the strain, from years of oppression, the suggestion that we could never be more then a fraction, until we release the negativity of our reaction... Could we be what we were designed to be or are we ties to the statue of our mentality??? Are we frozen from the cold of which we overcome, and is it to late to wait to feel the warmth from the sun??? Have we strayed away from the decay of bitterness or are we willed to be the thrill in the hypocrisy of a well played and thought out democracy???
Posted on: Mon, 24 Mar 2014 01:54:06 +0000
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