Gods little angels. Born from hate. In a very dark world. Hatred and evil lure the streets of this earth. Gods little angels, born without sin become monsters. Coated with little shining stars, gods little angels were a miracle to behold. In a society where miracles don't exist, the little angels lose their glow. mama screams and cries papa does dope. Little angels innocent and pure are carried...
Thursday, October 4, 2012
No Culture
My culture has died and so have i. We adopt the west and dissolve our traditions. We forget our past and go with the groove. My culture is dead, i'm probably not here. The tears from our mothers and the blood of our fathers, buried in time like they never were. We cut ourselves from what makes our culture, we claim times have changed and so we must evolve. We kill the bears, and the tigers and pandas...
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