Demetrius JonesDixon Poems

The year of art
The year of new beginnings

Only made a resolution to fcontinue to do one thing; evolve
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I was so used to all the drama.
I got used to the thought of it never ending like series of commas.

But I had to burn down those bridges to the cold ground.
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Me being brutally honest is the same as me being rude.
But I still think truth is somewhat tabooed.

Now listen up and listen well.
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What happened to the undying empathy everyone once had?
Instead we spit on the weak, express apathy and we're constantly mad

We worship cars, clothes and wealth, which builds our vanity
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We all have justifications for the things that we do.
I know this lion that will give many to you.

His son, the goat, tries to understand his cloudy views.
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So here I go again.
Journeying down the same road I've been down before.
I remember the smells, the tastes, and definitely the feelings.
But this time it looks like the tests are harder.
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The clip slides into the gun and I bump the clip to lock it in
Pull it back, turn off the safety and let the hollows fly
Seven.44 eagles rip through its flesh
Its screams of pain seem to shake the room, but 'Blood Reign' tones it out
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Mankind realizes on too much on technology.
Alienating our friends with no apology.

A child of African descendants.
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Overstand overdrive
It keeps my heart alive

Tricky are your words
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My temper swells
As my psychic barriers fail
My soul rolls out of control and it wails
I'm try to grasp this emptiness
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