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Crosswalk

“Crosswalk”

 

 

Roads cross hoe’s tossed

Foes lost due to paid cost

Junior boss cold as frost

For opportunities to live posh

elevation concealed most don’t recognize real

Accolades and fate drive at the same rate

God’s Angel’s are often surrounded by snakes

Many withdraw to reduce the spill of blood

We are all under God’s vision

Nothing is hidden you don’t have to call his name

Observation and pain

he never liked ugly

I’m often in reign

None of you can judge me.

 

A: Poetic Thought By: Ronald T.

 

“Crosswalk” Is A Poetic Thought by: Ronald Thompson © Copyright Musiqplug 2013, All Rights Reserved.

 

 

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