Written by Chaka PX Thrown piece of advice, Lying to dust, coffin to grave, The best praise to self, No longer death to soul. Recieving the willing authority, Counting written words with grudges, It's painful to let go of dirt. New me, to breed new things, I delight not former things, Taint this imaginary conscience,... Continue Reading →

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