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Melvyn Mohan

The Death Penalty

Bring back the death penalty screamed a lady as the blood ran, dripping from the cold concrete as her sons blood fled from its body. Bring back, bring back the death penalty screamed a mother as her child dies slowly watching the pools of life fade away from his eyes.

Bring back, bring back the death penalty screamed a mother while she watched her child being killed by the hands of another man, bring back the death penalty.

Bring back the death penalty as she screamed holding her dying child while he laid his last words and breath upon her chest. Bring back the death penalty she screamed in mercy so that she will so that she will no longer have to hold any more of her dying sons and lay them in graves before she lays in her own.

Bring back the death penalty she screamed as her sons soul left his body and he became another victim to a violent society. Bring back the death penalty, bring back our sons.

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Soulful Beats

Can I write a song with words that bring the beat to life with rhythm that feels alive deep into the core of your soul? The meaning hidden and buried for another intellect to feel the magic with the cords of there heart like my lover that smiles at me as the rain dances around her, above her, with her. She is my reason for this verse, this chorus, this repeat of a string of melodies that always see the light in her. She does not belong here in this place of confusion and misdirection of the minds.

She belongs in the arms of nature, smiling at the sky and watching all the beautiful universe pass her by. She is not a copy of perfection, yet she is not perfect, but seems to belong to an imperfect person. I cannot write a song without her eyes of knowledge that has read me through the years to make me a book of holiness to her. The music is between us and plays as we play. It is our love song, wedding song, anniversary song, birth song, happy ever after song and a funeral song. She hums the tune when she loves me and it our song that sings together that we are happy.

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Venecia

She came to me, my tempting mistress of love, with words of seduction she aroused my curiosity of love that banished my guilt with butterflies that flutter and keep my heart company. The cherries of her lips with sweet words and that of blacken good-byes wish to embrace forbidden flames of passion. Her black magic that twists, turn, manipulates and struggle with truth of love that she denied.

Shackled truths of bitter hearts. Unforgiven truths of bright passions past. Death of truth, rebirth of deceit, hate of truth that lives inside me. The truth untold is a blacken pit of death. The truth killed me with a burning passion of none to desire. The truth settled in and destroyed the tormenting chaos that seemed mainstream of my heart. She hit me with devesting realities that flows in the meaning of the blackness of my mind.

The flames of hurt and pain that rings and echoes with scars that cross the vast galaxy of my heart. Twisted with a crazy kiss that is meant to bite and tear my soul as a man. She destroys men of angels. Kingdoms dropped and plead for redemption. Never again. Never again shall the truth have such a vast grasp against a mutant grudge.
My distempered unjudged loyalty shifted only to lay in the milky way of love that cures my demons. Am I crazy or just in love with the truth and the truth is her and she is my death.

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