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I escaped from a room of doom
a situation too heavy to carry
and too light to sink
nothing to lose
nothing I owned left
to top it off
I even pissed off death
bled till there was none left
too stubborn to take my last breath
born in this world
for an epic purpose
dropped a lot of soil
Into open graves
many flower I’ve laid
on caskets and many graves
am I being too demanding
to want my blessing
while I’m still standing
on topsoil
I stay up all night
and I toil
burning the midnight oil
my lunch wrapped in foil
In a Ziploc bag
no spoil
my eyes are pointed
out in front of me
the sky is too high
and too far from me
my enemy is in my reach
not in the Middle East
neither west north nor south
rap on preach
life can be a peach
I like fruit but I hate
kumquats
my knuckles are hard
from hard knocks
evoker of emotions
I am redemptive
preemptive
&
proactive
