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My Cross
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My Cross |
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seraphin Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1004Michigan 
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My Cross At this point, ‘twixt fresh and nether, Spirit jaded from journeys weather, Mind of stone, flesh like leather, Trembling upon this, my own cross. Memory, times kind for faults past, Lashes out, a vengeful repast, Solace sought, long enough can’t last, One more nail, in this, my own cross. Peace of mind, a dream of past youth, Inspired hope, no longer doth sooth, Faith in self, is my loss forsooth, Whilst I fade, on this my own cross. Knowledge that, each sin was a post, Erected this, my bodies last host, As life’s flow, left nothing to boast, Regret is mine, upon this, my own cross. |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
very emotional! truth to everyone. enjoyed. |
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