[First Post] 15536
San Juan, Puerto Rico
Yes well, Here's a poem for those who's bordom has outshined the sun.
Saving to die:
Tis the hate O lord, that comsumes thy soul
Tis the ignorance of thee that betrays human whole
Tis the passion of thy heart that plunges thy mind
Yet in thy heart love you'll soon find.
O kinsman, O brother, your ways but amuse me
O kinsman, O brother it is the heart that kills thee
O kinsman, O brother ,
your life is but a game.
O kinsman, Or another,
it will never be the same.
O lord but thou hath no sense in reason
Tis spring, time of love, not a time of treason.
O lord if thou permit me, I must imply
that this thief,raper, killer is but a fly
buzzing and bizzing among our food
trying to but make us have a bad mood.
O kinsman, thou doth know logic of life
I will abide to thee to with hold my death knife.
Tis thee who hath love in this black hearted rat
So tis thee who will die, how about that?