These days are gone now - Repetitive going..
going.. gone, I need 360 degrees of a world
reception - for I to be strong - countless
moons endless gravesite's - open wounds
broken head stones - forgotten tombs
as in I, a raider from an ark
Asiatic my right is where I belong
similar to the ground to liquor
for those who are no longer here poured upon,
Crime days - in the life of men
with manipulative mindful ways
beware of the invisible crown because
royally I've proven that - I'm distant
like the sun from the earth Alien of Charles
since birth - managed through manhood
withstanding all odds
righteously walking now as
AHKMEL PHAROD
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