“Compose Lifes Rhymes” by Sam Tumblin / PROMOSTKING 

​I’ve sat here to many times

Trying to compose life ryhmes

Why did it happen and not

To phantom makes your head rot

Sometime let your mind escape

To another vision literary shape

Much more happier place

So many smiles on one race

Bombs and guns not a trace

All holding hands for grace

This is hard to compose

Whenever easy who knows

In between composing life ryhmes

I’ll still web happier times

One day the hope to see

Our minds released and free






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