Poem -

consequences

its hard to function,

when all i can think about is love, peace, war, and destruction

repercussions,
i should have denied the discussion instead of following the instructions
we were rushing, and this is my introduction to this obstruction

no disruptions,
robbing the house couple of streets down the road
while under the consumption of alcohol

anything we saw,
was our obsession to have whatever in our possession
and this is my confession of a well learned lesson

this is my perception,
bonding together on camping trips and smoke sessions
when i heard that you died a legend,
there was so much tension on the day when you went to heaven

i started asking myself questions,
i couldn't help myself but fall into manic depression
especially for every fucking time that the incident was mentioned
but this was our consequence for going into the wrong direction
and in the end there was no way to recession

complications,
its going to be hard going on without communication
since now you're watching us beyond the constellations
not only have i come to a realization, 
but damn it my dude, you're one of gods best creations
i wish i could tell you that you gave me the motivation
and determination to live on with life through moderation."

-Javier A. Leyva
Rest In Paradise K.C Southard

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