last apostle – spoken word

“I hold my breathe until the inside of my lungs bleed\ I close my eyes to visualize the same pain that the bums see\my thoughts are sick it’s like I’m forced to be ill\only the realist speech can come from me\they in a dark rage where I live\my hearts caged in my ribs,but my tongue’s free…

last apostle

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