Dungeon

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I can feel it breathing, like it's just there, like a word about to be spoken, my lungs Burns as I'm choking on this reality, that bleed calories measured through these factories, excess fat, has given us killer allergies as God prophecies challenge my biography through Greek mythologies, and childhood fantasies have our life in complete confusion like we are losing hold of our sanity, where there people are seduce by photographs magazines that's interrupted by a hundred galaxies, this is the pleasure of ecstasies and sexually they desperately want to wipe out my life, because at the period, I'm more than a nightmare, I'm the melody that warned every soldier far and near, through the night air, my life is quite rare, and like this system I don't fight fair, but I provide care that decide where they die here, as I offer my head in prayer, as the smoke from this dead heart drifts through the violet air, I minister no more than they can bear in this atmosphere with no second to spear, in this life we share, living filled with sorrow and despair, as the future press us with it's worries and it's scare, where the race is dark at the roots, but blonde at the hair, as they stand in there underwear, with hate, screaming as they swear, and still I never can reach them, I curse, I try to scare, but I still can't teach them, like I have landed in London in a dungeon with my finger on the button of destruction... Dungeon... Written by Sa Ra Safari Messiah Kamau