Ivana Mabry Biography

Her soul is golden and her heart is pure,
Blinded by her innocence, she cannot find the light,
The demon, she does not dare to fight,
She yells and screams but she is not heard,
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The sky cried blood…
The rivers flowed red…
The children are no longer dead.
The city concealed with cries for help
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The image depicted by society has become an obsession,
The best of days leave me in a kinda high depression,
Dreaming dreams that are meaningless when dreamt,
Speaking your mind, to say what you meant,
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follow the foots steps of the dead,
point a gun to your head,
smile then laugh.. then scream and yell.
run from your shadow and ring a bell.
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Maybe this world isn’t as it was; maybe what I saw was never really seen.
Maybe I was blinded by the glare of religion and trapped in the misconception of faith.
Could it have been the deception of love that falsely guided me?
Or was it the joy that smothered my soul with its life fallacies?
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