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What else would trigger my mental siren in this whole wide world, certainly not the thrills of words, or shakespeare's eloquence, surely not electrons and their swim around orbitals, certainly not biology but math, now, this is a sinister...

For the beggars on the street, life is one restless boxing ring, punched by drought, uppercuted by finance, TKO! trouble   I hope you know, that it isn't the choice of anyone to be smiling at sackcloth, but this menace, imposes,...

Just listen to the heartbeat of disaster, lips are trembling, the future becomes one big monster that swalloms them in death   Debt is the hammer that continues to hit their head anytime they try to flee for freedom, in the extinction of...

Read poverty like a newspaper, and you'll hear many stories, crime is the tattered denim they can find, if they're not compassion and they lust of money swallows them with greed   Read  "penny drought daily" they're choking, so sad and...

There is a strange craving for death, but poverty is a slow accident, you see, men, shadows wrestling with lean alsatians for a bone   The garbage is the next restaurant for them, and their mind wallowing in despair in the mud of...

De-graft Afful Jr. is not complete yet, no not complete at all;   I used to be a sharp christian, not that I am better than anyone else, no, I'm just like any other person but, I was my born with a gift to see beyond normal   In the...

As I continue to walk with my illiad sandals, I still fight this war of ignorance, I know that God still hears me, but I can't do the things, I used to do spiritual   After I had lost my power, the bible seemed like just a book, it was...

In my childhood, I have always believed that everyone is different, and it is our differences that makes us significance   I like literature, characters, life is filled with people, characters, I like to explore their surroundings and...

And moving with a homeostatic trouble, I found myself, silently being bullied by the cold, my breathe congealing, even screaming as all the life in it had been beaten and punched with discomfort   walking like cowardice, my confidence...

I pressed the emotional accerelator, then use my determination clutch to change the gear to persistence, I am not ready to lose this war of ideas, as my imagination begins to run cold, but I spice is up with the fortitude of thought, and...