Play God

by TPAC

Another hot day stun it ending slowly to come, tingling time sun with top large trees this fun soon, tell men to drag I see tired farm workers.

Shadows out the dark forming heads shapes, ascending tops to high arch shoulders up rises, sided their hops seen on old rags I view bops.

Their acts wobbling to rock through weeds, at cry close loud demand to heeds, yelled deeds by this voice angry aim at my mother a gesture.

A bully furiously he to yell shouting threats to, raging to tell thoughts felt in the wind echoed, told insane sharp hate whip held cracks a bell.

Whip it no strap sight but sound of pop heard, swirled with again line top the snap popping a stop, vanish its cap in a thick unknown silent.

Voice spoke out more view to see mother fall, seeing this whip strike afar above her air core, deny a woman plea is big lore it of the master.

My shame limits to tip endured defeat, inside framed up fire fiery fury to rip at me, wet a drip fallen there out to drop watching slowly a tear.

Heart perceives lack it by others by evil deeds, depart rather far from it using as answer pain, serve part truth a trust in love put compassion.

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King upon a hill the act of endurance reasons, put confidence in pride to fall, perceived being over others no thought had of sharing equality.

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