The 4G Lie in Poetry

  • June 15, 2019, 7:18 p.m.
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When I die
I want you to treat me
Like you did in life
And not visit my grave
Just let my memory fade
For I’ll wake up
Another day

Guns, God, and Government
A 3G turns to 4G
Led by the lies
Of Gadreel
For this is hell
As you worship the deity
Of a thousand names
And you don’t know
His true name

My emotions
Are lock up inside
I can’t handle
The turbulence that
It creates
I want to explode
Without losing control
A fire burning inside
Waiting for the right time

Hatred and sorrow
Eat me alive
As I become the disease
Infecting everything
Manifesting reality
Until you learn to create
For when I leave
Destiny will be in your hands
To balance the Earth and Heavens
When the Sun becomes
Part of the sands


DevilishlyInnocent June 16, 2019

DoOd, I JUST wrote a comment about not showing up to a funeral if you didn't make an effort in real life. Eerie. Not really, but still.

Raphael Tiriel DevilishlyInnocent ⋅ June 19, 2019

lol, definitely understood.

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