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Draw Of First Blood Fight For Everything

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This is over Syria and how many countries are involved and if it turns into WW3 (just might thoughts). A lot people are written about Syria with mixed feelings a lot of people think we should not go to war. But the bible speaks of rumors and rumors of wars a lot people think well... if I'm wrong then it's nothing to talk about but if I'm right remember I wrote a poem about it first. So when I say twitter this and twitter than and what that mean is poets have hard time getting books sold we have evolution with the generation or poets will be a lost genre even if we do deserve to be paid more I do for the love.

Right now into 2013 2/3 of seats in the house is up for grabs so someone must be saying or doing something right?


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Draw Of First Blood Fight For Everything

Savaging words daggling tongues apprehend you sick and tired I’m based 
Ruthless up seen
Pass end mean of a cardinal for a rein
I was a part of this but never will it end with me
Twitter, this and twitter that if it is a considerable option or a standing ovation,
Please hash tag “I Still Believe”, pause for mean...
When you know the difference between an, Nation,
And Countries you know your heritage, and
What you in inherited why not volunteer for a solution
My “Queen of Heaven”
Yes we need a revolution motion in phase.
Phase past the moonlight past to the frustration, 
Of feelings of all the world problems
Digestion and looked at as a plagued like waves after waves mourning,
More graves after the taste how can we get to an even paid.
An suggest to reinvent a dollar,
For a day by day check but yet sleep under rage,
I am enduring much of the strain of one body 
But multiple heard from the same strain,
Of that body of the spoken word wonder one day 
What will it be the emblem of the praise. 
Peace to siege, to leaf to leave from used to misused looking for a craving of the truth 
And all but turn to acquit to left with Yamaka is what we received. 
Was it all a gable then clear the smoke.  
A ghost is here point to a host.
I ask but yet stated that
Poetry is still alive and if so maybe one day 
They will hash tag “I Still Believe” as the world is changing
I hope I have not over stated my boundaries 
But I thought in a democracy the people come first 
Or what I have learned in a classroom was all a hoaxes. 
I wrote for purpose instead of reason who is to judge me, may it be love! ! !

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