Tagging in the District.
Waiting for assistance.
Police Cars in the Distance.
Tagging in the District.
It me first attempt don't laugh
We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction. Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill. We are the hidden fist of the free market.
We are the ink, we are the quill.
[The Ink And The Quill (Be Afraid) - Anti-Flag]
I think it's cool but it's not really a poem. Maybe a chorus or a beginning or something. At this point it's not really clear what it's about but it sounds good and if you expanded on it I bet it would be good.
Siempre, siempre: jardin de mi agonia, tu cuerpo fugitivo para siempre, la sangre de tus venas en mi boca, tu boca ya sin luz para mi muerte. -From 'Del amor imprevisto', Federico Garcia Lorca
When your heart gets pierced with arrows, don't rip them out and pierce those around you in retribution for your hurt. You'll only unnecessarily wound others and bleed to death yourself. — LadyMysterio
