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Everything just seems really fragile
The sophistication of a thought virus
That erupted in my soul
to start a letter
no one knows,
this generation
has yet learned
to grow
in love,
or simplicity,
to be
of what used
to be,
Sistah Sistah!
You better hold that head up high and never let that chin face the ground
Don't give your enemies the satisfaction of seeing you down
Sistah Sistah!
On calvarys hill just one alone,
but how is this the truth be shown?
You gave me life.
Death must now flee;
You stand knowing you've conquored he.
How can I repay such a debt?
Have you chosen to speak to a man with a crown on his head but rags on his feet?an optimistic mind so devine, however benign,for ideas are mere conceptuality,far from reality.
