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Sunday 23 February 2014

WICKED RELATIVES

Life is not for sale
But in relatives
People's souls are sold for benefits
Hatred a trademark
Fake smiles so poisonous

We die for our own successions
Families raise stars to shine
But evil relatives let blood cover up
And we glow red in the hearts
Of those who are left behind

They say we kill to heal
But actually they kill the healing
That feeling when you curse your blood
 From flowing into happiness

How do they survive the heat inside?
Love you siblings as you love yourself
Put the hardcore broken heart aside

People are left homeless without families
And you still hate your brothers and sisters
Take away their lives to fill
The emptiness inside your heart?


I craft words to express
How I feel about those
Who hate their own blood
They witch-craft to earn points
At their all night unholy divines

Jealousy is a deadly virus
Multiplying in human's hearts
To reproduce
*Hatred//Death//Sins
*Life without a heading
*A soul with a painful ending

God bless the Brain-Child
And take away the evil spirits
That wind around
Baswarele ga ba tsebe
seo ba se dirang
                                                                 

                                                        

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