lasts of times

war around


and poverty

as its own enter

as its own rule

and meant as its own wonder

and held as a needle

as the pain

and dealt as the raw of racism

and whom was so bitter

and where it was the sending


as its own

and keeping

as the arrive as the shine

and caught

as the cast

and felt as the feeling

and aspect as the rise


About mistermaxxx08

i believe in God first and foremost. i love the blessings of love,life and liberty and creativity. i believe in living a Blessed life and I enjoy encounters and the greatness of so many incredible souls who have united here and i enjoy the creativity and depth. we are all Unique. i welcome comments, questions,conversations and peace and the best to all.
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