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Die Mother Fucker

I'm the cockroach
That wants to be the crow

You flew high above me
I crawled below

You danced on fortune
Fortune I earned

You sit in a cool breeze
I burn down low

Take a look around 
Home at night

Which of those things
Did I build in your sight

I warm your thoughts
Out in the cold

A popper's fortune
Is where you found your gold

A beggar's breath
That's where you found cool breeze.

While I walk alone
You fain humility

Even a child
I would not forgive

For such grievous harms
That you did

Die mother fucker die
Die mother fucker die 
 
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©30 January 2014 - 11:18pm — Chadnco
31 January 2014 - 12:02am — ramonathompsont
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Now this is what I like to

Now this is what I like to see. Pure raw emotion! Well done!

31 January 2014 - 12:11am — Chadnco
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Appreciation

Thanks.  I am healthy but I am dying; so your comment made me feel like I have something good inside me, even if people don't think so...a stranger did.  Thx.