Idle Hands
Lil-babies are dying
N caskets.
trapped in pain
burning n ashes.
buck da compassion
cus they don't even care......
but it's what is wrote down
that brings us here to question .
Of weather there's a god or
even a heaven.
Copyright © Rhunick Mack | Year Posted 2006
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