Spiritual Growth
Soul growing
Spirit going
Torn to pieces
not knowing
Lend what can be borrowed
Drowned beliefs, in my sorrow.
Crushed, bruised, beaten inside
leaving my soul no where to hide
Scars of ink, past and gone
break when tears fall my night begins to dawn.
Demonizing, and realizing
No sense in decriminalizing.
Free before birth
And then after death
I wont regret my last breath.
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