Curse The Day Of My Birth!

CURSE THE DAY OF MY BIRTH!
(My Middle Finger to Life)

Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord
Lord  forgive me my left hand
And let me convert it to right
Or let me fulfill the destiny I fear
Words of my bitter lamentations
That I am one man with one life
To have no worry for tomorrow
No pain and no sorrow in life
Is it not the lords mercies o
Is it not that blessed Irony o
The lord has grieved my soul
has laid on me a weary verse
his own righteous servant, And
yet he keeps me alive, daily, 4
He tortures and makes me wait
for Santa Clause to visit I WAIT
Why is Santa not coming this year
been a perfect little fool for what
what reward has Santa for me
If I  see him I'll kill that old beard

I know not his steps and ways
I cried woeful tears in sight
Silence cracked the rivers dam
My patience broke its chords
The springs of life were dry
despair loomed the atmosphere
Then I reached my pen and poured
All thoughts I could not hoard
My pen spoke the words of old.
Sayin curse the day of my birth O
the day I left my mothers womb
Curse the Month of my delivery
the month I stepped into light
Show me the Doctor on his duty
Where is my pistol give it to me
should have killed me right there
Still bless the day of my death
the year I smoke my last joint
Words of my bitter lamentation
Until the burden removes the sky

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A POEM FROM THE GOD

I hear music in my pipes
my tongue speaks poetry
my right brain takes course
you love to hate me
Im not the enemy
nobody knows my mystery
the world blames me
My left hand is unknown
I fell from the sky above
im down down down
with gifts for creativity
im bright and shiny
dont be afraid of me
I want to save thee
Do you know me
I want to know thee
Come dance with me
Be merry with glee
My side of the story.

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