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The Servant |
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Gedanken Junior Member
since 1999-07-04
Posts 16New york |
I was walking home from Church on darkened night When I came upon an older man in a bruttle fight Close by sat a small girl with hair of gold Looking up at her daddy who was 'ol so bold She stared on with her bright blue eyes gleaming Looked just like an angel sitting there dreaming The fight broke out of control and into the street Neither man had the slightest notion of defeat The girl sat on the side of the bridge She showed her fathers pain as her face folded in a cringe The man in black reached to his back and pulled a gun This little confrontation was very very close to done They backed away from each other in a fit of rage His face gleamed wild like a monkey breaking from it's cage As the shot rang through the air Who would now be the one to dare? The little girl was the one who stared the barrel in the face The pointless street rage, oh man what a messed up case I shoved the beautiful girl out of the way Well--what else can I say I felt my body go over--I felt myself enter into the great current In a moment I heard God whisper to my ear "Well done thou good and faithful servent" ------------------ I say to all who listens, we'll never win!! |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Enjoyed ARCTIC WIND |
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