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Pretenious deadly distractions
written by Genocide Reaper02:53 PM 11/4/04| Pretenious deadly distractions. The worlds black and white, I'm a new shade, I'm gray. I'm the new day. I'm the right way. God wants it all, we hear the call. Jesus tells you without him you fall, and without Hope we break down and crawl. Maybe in the end, I'll rot in the ground and fade, because I'm the new shade. Maybe bot, maybe I'll fly up into the Heavens, or sink into the pits of Hell, Only time will tell. But I'll tell you this, one thing I knew before I fell out of Holy grace, I never really lost faith, and outside of this Shell of an existance is a War, so just keep screaming about material things and greed some more. It doesn't matter, so go ahead and unto me try and flatter. In the end, you'll need me to hold the ladder. Maybe one day you will see, this world for what it is, maybe you'll wonder what is free, and see the glass that it is, when it finally begins to shatter. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by dacode05 (11-5-2004 - 05:05 AM)
| what's the difference in falling on ur face to invisible jesus and losing ur dignity to the masses of fuck-ups?...i eat all u write...ur extremely good |
by Schizophrenic_broken (11-7-2004 - 12:27 PM)
| I really like this poem, actually I like all ur poems. Your really good poet |
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