Stoic Mind Control

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    Stoic Mind Control

    Peace be peaced, or just let me be.
    I am an I am, you just can’t see!
    My flow is slow, my eyes crazy.
    The dime of time, is too easy.

    Pace the place, be not in haste.
    Living to live is just disgrace.
    Ring the bell, sound the horn;
    When I die none will morn!

    Time to tell, time to sell;
    Can you breath in a cell?
    Pride I feel, dope I deal;
    If you judge, your fate I seal.

    Words and words, like black birds;
    You say rap is crap, that’s all I heard.
    This is me, all mine alone;
    Ruff and tough, like old bone.

    No one said that you must like;
    A hole in my hand from a spike!
    I’m real, your real; end of days, time to kneel.
    Keep it up, and you wont heal!

    End it now, do not wait.
    When it’s over see the gate.
    If your there, I will wait;
    Rather be in Hell, than own your fate.

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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