by Tony Gomes

Created on: February 05, 2011

It fits the crime to retaliate on our nemesis 

When I'm about to pull out another blank page 

In another day of my life days

Third sunset, First amendment 

My command in atonement 

Although it Is tough to fit the crime when we affiliates 

Reiterating my commodity 

Embracing myself in wholistic deception in life's sitcoms 

Per every win, spirits reciprocate thoughts together 

Gathered into the field, at each others eyes

To chance jinx live and Unmentionable attainable end

A way of good girthed dance, or a hooper looper might wright right 

Being I, one cannot stop misreading the time inhalation 

To loosely question moment's attires 

And take it bluntly like a bonfire

On a loose and in diadem life troubles as we wobble up

On a grind or as we grime we dabble in crime's perimeter

No one knows the stakes 

Just a pawn of the pieces 

To shield our innermost self

Of what eyes cannot meet

To one day rediscover ourselves 

When all the rusty shackles has fallen off our armor

Therefore, retaliate

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