By the Color of My Sin

Hearts only grow harder and flesh is never thin, Some are much explicit while others hold it in, Dare i let it lay on the surface of my skin, Lest i be judged by the color of my sin. A man of tobacco’s smoke is a man oppressed in vice, Cares nothing of his temple in whom his spirit lies, Yet another man […]

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Shadowboxing

  My shoulders are well oiled axles, my fists are cannon balls I am an uncompromised, uninhibited, and unchallenged fresh breath of boldness I am the statue of fastholding, chiseled down from black diamond by the strong hand of craftsmanship I am chaos’s more stable second cousin, and favored uncle to the prodigals, the profligates, […]

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