From Ur Deceased
Searching for an Idol with a fistful of hurt
Seems things took a twist for the worst
Outcast, all alone
Destructional path, relaxed in awe
The only image shown
I could imagine the life of an orphan
An adolescent homeless
Crooked cops, drug dealers, subject to individuals
Living above the law in a chrome fest
Grant me peace
Smile for your deceased
Whether I live to starve
Or fall before the realigning of my stars
Being stolen parentally pampered my days
Jealousy seems to have tampered with my ways
Buried like a Roman
Below the marshes with the lower men
A hopeless intuition
Those who envy me
Only fear their own suspicions
Granting me a failing mission
In ladder days
Is my presence worth missing
Grant me peace
Smile for your deceased
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2008
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