A Higher Level (Part 2) (This story is in 3 parts)?

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Should I.. Self Poison My Brain With Lead, For Pain Ahead


Eternal Suffering, Wavering Thoughts, Walking In Flames..Dead


Spritually, Mirrors Of Death Reflecting My Frames Of Life


The Chain Of Trife Got Me In Bondage, Plenty Strains No Fight


For Release From The Beast, It Won't Cease Because He Seeks


To Sink His Teeth In The Weak, A Reaped Thug In The Streets


I Walked Outside Slowly, Jaws Tight, Surrendered Peacefully


Miranda Rights Being Read, sh*t Who's Hears This Speak But Me


The Way Devils Curse At Me "f*ck YOU ***** DIE AND BURN SLOW!!


SHOULDA KILLED YOURSELF b*tch, YOU GOT AFRAID AND TURNED HOE!!


Murder In The First Degree, In Truth Self Defense Optional


But No Witness, Shoot With Intent To Kill Is Made Possible


For The Death Penalty, Strapped Down Tight, Lethal Injected


I See Death Mentally, In The House Of Pain, D'Evils Erected


Now I'm Fingerprinted, Suddenly Feeling Withdrawn A Dead Calm


In A Packed Holding Cell, Another Mode Of Hell, My Sweaty Palms


Shaking And Tense, Intense With Stress, Watching Everyone Moving


Still 'Noid, Knowing My Grace Ran Out, Damn... Spritually Losing


Provision, No Vision To Look Beyond, Nothing But Flashbacks


When I Was Raised In Church, During Sermons Taking Some Naps


Behind The Church Parking Lot Fried "Where's The Hash At Pass That"


With Friends After I Got Baptized, Through A Looking Glass Cracked


Seeing Broken Reflections In Sections On Much Hypocrisy


Seeing My Mother, Singing In The Choir, Sinning Sloppily


One Of The Main Reasons, Demons Running Through In Seasons


Of My Life, I'm Cold As Ice Froze, Heart Been Stopped Bleeding


I Know She's Dying But Look Yall, Let Me Paint This Picture


On How My Belief Was Dissolved By A Saint, The Devil Picked Her


I'm Twelve, Coming Home From School, Hearing Moanings And "Oohs"


My Looks Were Confused, My Young Mind Straight Zoning For Clues


Seeing Some Shoes , Size Thirteen, With Jeans Laid Out Flat


That Weren't My Dad's Mom's Wedding Ring On The Table, I Cracked


The Door Open, Scoping In Unbelief..Mom And Another Man f*cking


In The Room, Her..The Pastor, Marvin Gaye Tune, Straight Lusting


Getting It On, Making Plenty Noise, It Ran Me Out The House


Three Days Before, I Told Her " I Wanna Get Saved" Without A Doubt


Believing, She Encouraged Me, I Wanted To Follow Her Footsteps


But I'm Grieving, She Scourged Me, Now I'm Swallowed With Regrets..








To Be Continued...

A Higher Level (Part 2) (This story is in 3 parts)?
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Reply:wow...very very interesting
Reply:bring on part 3...
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