True Passions
Every day closer to death
One more day further
To eternal light
Demons gather gasping for air
The sounds of fire crackling
Flowers grow wild along the roadside
Indians cultivate wings
Birds flock flying in circles
Winds grow deeply
Silent moons burn bright
Her love has takin a back seat
To his true passion
Years have passed
Lust has takin place of true love
True love blistering
His thoughts of yesterday
Feelings towards her
Dysfunctional thought
That places him on
A low level of respect.
Comparing the filthy ways of
The true Black American
And their traditional
Animalistic inherited trait
Monkey like patterns of habit
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