I see them on the street, Walking my way to school in discreet. And in trucks and on rooftops, They stare judgmentally at stops. Cops with some underlying friction, Like they are mad at me being alive. I was taking a walk from school, My LAST! A final walk into my blood pool. No way to elude a bullet Today my life is taken like a wallet A slug that comes in to derail my dream Halting a desire to fulfill my divine realm. A thriving self is cut to a lifeless body, More is how Mom would dare to stare; At me owning a dead body, And Dad staying strong in this nightmare. A journey I make early at seven For a free dwelling in heaven Without time to wallow in self-pity Behind me the darkness lingers. Free and open the space swings, Yet, Saul's disciple stalled my life engine. All fears and tears, For peers still on the steering wheel Without having to conquer.
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