Each twist of his quill leaves the Serengeti flowing, the Bronx rushing, and thoughts pounding. He dips his quill in the inkwell of pain and he screams his truth that he was born, he suffered, he survived, and he is WrittenInPain
He is the master of pain. Breathing through paper he shouts. Lusty macabre thoughts captivate the mind while spiritual awakenings dampen the soul.
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