Life Purpose Poem by Angelo Wring Randle

Destruction and honor
Humor me with your pitiful lives
And you're down right lies
What happen to the world that had so much to offer
But now everybody is just waiting for their next supper
In this world this is true but this don't have to me or you
Cause life has a purpose
But these doses covered up in these Gucci bag purses
Make up on her face like she was worthless
But she still curses every one eyed snake
Because everybody had a piece of her cake
That was not her purpose
To be used and abused
Got her feeling daft
Like something out of her hell righteous pass
but she wears make up to pretend she`s not throwing up hers sorrows
But will you make it to tomorrow
Because this girl is deep down in her feelings
Thinking that everyone eyed snake is still a villain
But every hero is there worst villain
But are we really killing to be the hero
You got to realize that the only person who really know her is not herself
But the man who gained wealth from seeing this little girl weep
What kind of man is that?
And it's not her brother; he kept her under his wing until their father came between
AND MADE THIS LITTLE GIRL TELL HIM WHY THE MOCKINGBIRD SINGS?
{King Apollo}
Angelo Valdez Wring Randle