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Wicked (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


Beware the wicked
Their ways are sick-ed
Sucking up all of our dreams
Trying to be our friends, it seems
Whispers infecting our ears
Playing with our fears
They throw poison in our eyes
All the countless whys
We scream for light in their hands
Losing future voices of our hands
The pained children of the past
I wish their lives hadn’t gone too fast
Beware the wicked
Their ways are sick-ed
Let love ensure our matured best
Choosing to reject their hate fest

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  1. mindfulnessApril 22, 2014 at 7:53 PM

    This is very touching. So Manny folks ignore the "hate train" unaware that there thoughts are drawn away from improving the situations in there own lives to venting there energy into the victim of the moment. The ring leader shrouds them self in rhetoric praying on the fears of the masses to direct there voices to unite in a senseless chant if hate. This chant is scriped by a ring leader profiting on there misdirected energy. Waising it waisting it. All the while the ring leader lines her/his pocket with the spoils of the propaganda they promote. Creating a dogma of hate is not free speech it in slaves people into senseless negativity.

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