my best poem

This might be my best poem


or better yet just the next poem

the one after the last one

I promise not to expound on how blacks blood

goes splaaaaat on the ground when they blast guns


not this time around

I’m going to elevate

over guns and curbs

before I utter a word I’m going to meditate

but don’t get it confused

I defeat demons

last apostle

I refuse to lose or retreat from heathens

I keep my feet on the head of the snake

I wont let hell escape

with stress that will stretch out your purpose

until its out of shape and perverted so you don’t operate the way that your meant too…


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