Born without a spoon in a dysfunctional family of five
Born of a teacher, raised by a priest
Forced to embrace the paths of his father under the watch of his mother
He became a tool to their government rather than a son from their marriage.
With Cold feet he stand by his father's ideology,holding unto his broken promises
Sent to school to be educated but he was exposed to face his monsters
So he educated himself with the principles of war
He set out to write his own story in pains
Enemy of the family, he started a rebellion
Hated by many for seeking what is right
Fighting against family and Culture
Banished from home yet with cold hands he held on
Enemy to the family, fighting for what is just but a taboo to the old
A savage to his kins but a king to his blood
Alive but not living, he choose his own story
Until this day he remain a Virus to their government.
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My Heart In Inks
PoesíaMy Heart in ink This is a collection of love poems and heart breaks, 90% of the work are stories of me or people around me.
