Killed By a Blessing
Tell me your lying.
Tell me this isn't mine.
Made a mistake this time.
Provoking life with no revoking of reality.
To or to not make it a fatality.
And actually live with the mentality.
Of having a gun on my own flesh and blood.
Yet, sensing my own would be done.
To take this one of pregnancy.
With the irony.
Of living a legacy.
That is the epitome of the pit of me.
And my stupidity.
All I am.
All I haven't been.
What I could of been.
Not to be left dead.
Killed not by a bullet, but by a blessing.
Life is to costly for me.
There is no mabey for this baby.
This legacy just isn't ready.
Nor am I.
To die.
Of ambition and living.
Still itching for a contract.
To contract a means of green to be freed.
Yet, in the wake of my mistake.
I am left with the deed of destroying my seed.
Bringing up the burning, yearning of knowing...
Positive or Negative?
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