![]() things to comeA Chapter by johnathon nicholstwo walls set in stone one to the north and another to the south one so we could not leave the other to keep some one out a ship caries out a now daily routine deport people so called non fit to our society look how they run as the bombs drop and all because we voted for a mad men we hail o look how we hail we kiss his shoes like he is god and we leave behind a path of destruction no prisoners will be token as put up a sudden but slow noose around the neck of our people the dream only belongs to one man and he pulls the strings and flips a coin of fate with his play of hate and the show go's on as they kill more and conquer the once free and feed of the hate of its people it a well oiled machine of murder, conquer, and hate that runs of blood that was freshly spilled all night and day for 24hrs straight and the young men are already dead inside as they kill the innocent and sallow the poor or see the dream dead and laying there out of reach to many and only there for the few © 2016 johnathon nichols |
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