god’s Fault

 

Mom don’t worry

there is a

better

 

place,

for you an thee…

 

It’s not,

father’s fault!

What would have you, done?

 

The one you love,

rapped..

Left with a bastard child…

 

Yeah, there is

no god

above…

 

We’ve pay the price,

an – then some!

 

Beaten and raped..

As young woman an boy,

now a young man

living the streets

always having fun…

 

Will you  be

ready…

Please  be

ready!


i only be passing

throughout this time

not thrice,

but only once…

 

We’ll be evolving

back home..

An a honest memory

of history written,

an done..

 

i lov you mom,

we’ve won…

god’s Fault

Man_s Fault

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