Our cup has been filled with tears that even thunder became with a great roar of knives. Spearing through our souls with the word we were forbidden to hear . Breaking the screen of the earth with our hail. Cowardly broke our glass of gold .happily denied having possessed our string of platinum. Terminated our vision to see well deserving hearts.sliced through the last bit of trust we had . deliberately shredded our skin and demoted it to it's atoms .played drums with our bones constructed smiles with our pain planting the seed of disloyalty upon us
NOW! We drain them out of our system with laughs that meet at the tallest mountain laughs that are heard by the galaxy"TRIO OF PAIN"
Dedicated to my friends and I
Marie-claire
Precious
Myself Mpho/gift
This is the MPM
