There Are No Laws, There Are No

It May Have Been In Pieces, But I Gave You The Best Of Me.

The Most Loving Parents And Relatives Commit Murder With Smiles On Their Faces. They Force Us To Destroy The Person We Really Are: A Subtle Kind Of Murder.

Death Makes Angels Of Us All And Gives Us Wings Where We Had Shoulders Smooth As Ravens Claws.

Between Childhood, Boyhood, Adolescence & Manhood (maturity) There Should Be Sharp Lines Drawn W/ Tests , Deaths, Feats, Rites Stories, Songs, & Judgements.

O Great Creator Of Being Grant Us One More Hour To Perform Our Art And Perfect Our Lives.