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Rusting in the wind
written by Genocide Reaper05:54 AM 12/5/04| Rusting in the wind, trusting seems like a Sin. All of this alcohol, and the battering fall. Such a time consumeing dream, I reflect on from day to day. Some times, I look at the bottle and wonder, just which is the way. Cussing myself daily, its like a holiday for a whore. It never ends. Because it never existed. One less reason to go, one less death spent. One less act played. One less season in the sun, one more reason to not follow Christ. Just another blister building on the rough edged skin. More hard work, no its not a sin. Busting the bottle, shattering each layer, I have become myself, over and over again. I don't expect you to know what I'm saying, its just another brick I'm laying. We all have our backs to the wall. Its our power to push forward, instead of backwards. If we don't try there will be no chance for progress. If we believe progress for the better is a lie. Then you'll never try to find out the real reasons why we even try. Even if we know we'll die. |
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