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Death Speaks
Death Speaks As I walk through the valley of death bullets penetrate and opens up my chest. I am slumped on the cement with scatter brain fragments. Onto the pavement lamented the loss of many benefits. Blood lines in the earth, embedded blood in the dirt my blood leaks through my shirt. My life flashes before me as my blood lies beneath me. The life that I took for granted, everything is now a chain reaction. EMS tries desperately to save me; I no longer have a heartbeat. My lungs deflate my chest compress with my final breath. As my wig is pushed back my body relax, my head react and falls gently into my lap. I am a casualty lying in these streets, as they begin to throw the unforgettable white sheet over me. Flashing lights all around me, and I am not talking the paparazzi. I feel my spirit leave my body my mother cries over me, “Lord please don’t take my baby from me”. Inevitable death penalty simply unavoidable my life was so predictable. My father made me a deputy, and life made a man out of me. A legend in these streets generations of my historical legacy follows me. I was the big boss chief, king almighty. Soon to become a distance memory, my flesh is weak. As the devil stands before me, I am cast into eternal misery. Bleeding from main arteries I am facing my destiny. From beyond my grave these words fade. If I could make these words cry invisible syllables, a justifying biblical miracles. Speaking in lyrical riddles, my death speaks to every individual.
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