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They hung him high in the sky.
Someone cried about his life.
He was not wrong because he was born.
Peter’s Bread.
Mama’s dead.
Papa’s sad.
Me as well.
Someone cut the noose
Shouting this was foolish.
He was warned.
Peter’s Bread.
Mama is buried.
Papa lives.
Once he ran.
Now he is a free man.
They hung him high away beyond the clouds.
They cried cut him down.
The noose was cut.
He fell into oblivion.
Papa’s dead.
Mama as well.
Once a stance for the freedom of human beings.
A sacrifice twice in life.
One was saved.
Another lost in an oblivious state.
None hung was killed.
All are free to the world of mental illness.
Psychosis affirmed of lunacy impartial.
Peter’s bread.
Papa and Mama are dead.
All have been warned about the future ahead,
That which is the reality of families and friends.
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Penned May 10, 2015!
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