"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Jobs are hard to stay consistent with, at least for me. If there is no purpose my soul can find within any kind of structure of work, then by God will I rebuke it to the hottest flame Hell has to offer. But, as a top flight security guard in the boogie down, South Bronx,... Continue Reading →
*Side Note before reading* A muuuch older piece! Back when I was still drinking. After a bit of a tough day, it helps me read these old poems being that I'm almost a year completely sober. Sometimes it gets so hard, but when reading this I go, "Wow, I really don't drink anymore! Thank God."... Continue Reading →
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