A Summons To Life
“A SUMMONS TO LIFE”
ripped from existence,
ripped from insanity,
ripped of fatherhood,
the early morning derelict
holds life free of charge.
appalled at the leverage
the female voice carries.
appalled at how much
female tears can change.
I’ve been placed at
Hell’s gate to fight my war,
I’ve been placed at
Hell’s gate to fight my
own death.
they will try to murder
everything that kept me
from murdering myself.
my fight,
my death,
Hell will not take it from me.
By: Chicano Eddie
7-28-2016
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