Stop Breathing


They told me strictly to stop breathing

So I picked up my pen

They took away my ink

So I wrote on the sand

They Forbade me from the beach

So I wrote with my blood

They put me on death row

But the message has been told with my life

Death will only distribute my seed and time will let it grow.
 
Ken

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