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Poetry By: King webstar Da 1st

Possibly the realest poem I ever wrote

Submitted:Feb 1, 2013    Reads: 10    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Witch craft spells through music speaking money, lust and murder.
Brainwash with entertainment but not seeing we are in danger.
Drug money is making them get bigger guns and they are telling us to give up ours.
So many lost souls, sold, to be stars.
Rich men know they aren't going to heaven so they're carefree.
In their eyes we are nothing but slaves, nobody is you and me.
My spirit will live on after this body is deceased.
Knowledge to my people I will continue to increase, as you can't trust a money hungry priest.
The fact they want us to give up our guns, have you noticed how crime has went up?
They make problems just to make their point across, then make it back up.
When they argue, it's a smoke screen for you not seeing what is really going on.
I keep it real, Da tru KinG, who out there, wishes to see me gone?
If we all give up guns and nukes we would have less violence, if you ask me.
What is wrong with Christ teachings and life ? nothing like Him is the way we should be.
If I was a billionaire I would treat others, like me, so if I'm having a good day the whole world will too.
Bad days wouldn't be that bad cause material wouldn't matter to you.
There wouldn't be no secrets or testing chemicals in the air.
Them people have control of our weather do people care?
I'm sure they could really stop drugs from the streets but that would put police out of a job.
If we had everyything why would people rob?
They own everything, so it ain't about the money, it's the control part.
Breaking our Constitution is like stabbing us in the heart.
Why would God allow it? cause everything that will take place is making it that much sooner for Christ to return.
Happy day when all this evil will be no more, to get you ready is my concern.
People will be quick to disbelieve to keep doing the evil they are doing.
To bring peace where it is not, is what I'll continue pursuing.


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