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Oh no! We are starting to lose support The building is falling We never placed any safety plans Who would’ve thought in the end we ought to care We are all falling out
The twist and curves, Wind around the ominous islands. The wooden structure Flows slowly, Down the creeping current. Waddling through the clear blue waters. Little fish swim; Free. Free.
I see it . I see it ! I see the blackhole of hate racing to my presence , then into my veins. I hate it , but it consumes me every minute I am around it.
Justice for Trayvon Their will be. No more unfair inequality Jury, judge all knew this was wrong. What more evidence do you need for the case of young Trey?