George Vernon Biography

My Jesus pieces, crafted into shapes of guns
Outside meth labs I run
Don’t care enough 2 pretend
I’m inscribing names on bullets 2 kill all who offend
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The identifiable shine traced his face
Disbursed the kindness of his heart; a deep embrace
Barriers deteriorate; the strength of a hug; louder than tongue
His name, passed onto me.
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Trapped in the willows that follow me
Draped in sorrow hovering my serenity;
Tickles my breath and wraps me tightly.
I walk in darkness, the depths of a hollow ground
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My heart’s compiled of severed nerves
Submerged in fire; crushed after biting the curb
Could it be? A time I don’t belong here,
A vacant ravage considered as my career,
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