Less insane than a cook, slighty more than a bus boy.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
From crib to grave, my blood was tainted
While my coffin lie, i wonder at what price
carried by enslaved who hope for sainthood yet
i pray a cleansing flood for them to not be like me.
that is my final advice.
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