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Out of the Frying Pot...Into the Fire
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Out of the Frying Pot...Into the Fire |
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Ri Member
since 2008-02-01
Posts 67Blackburn, England |
OUT OF THE FRYING POT Out of the frying pot, into the fire, Escape being drowned, but burned at the pyre, As our time ends the beacons are lit, Cannot give up, yet I don’t want to quit, After all that I have seen and have done, I feel like my life time has merely begun, Day after day just seems all the same, Is hard work rewarded by gain? Is it worth giving? Is life worth living? I seek answers to questions within, Should I carry on or do I give in? Life chases life whilst dreams chase dreams. Lose some silver, find some gold, Rewards are given to the brave and the bold, Although most of your dynamism has already gone, Find the strength inside to carry on, It is unknown what life really means, In pursuit of happiness, chasing your dreams, The fact is that no-one understands, Life is preparing for the Promised Land. Is it worth giving? Is life worth living? I seek answers to questions within, Should I carry on or do I give in? Life chases life whilst dreams chase dreams. --------------------------------------------- INTO THE FIRE As it ends I see clear, the faces Faces of what could have been. As the fire grows so near to the memories Memories of things that I’ve seen. Into the fire, escaping my fate, Appointment with death is never too late, After life starts and things are anew, There’s so much to see and so much to do, As my body is engulfed by the flames, Immortal soul is all that remains, If this is the end I don’t want to start, This undying life is breaking my heart. Is it worth trying? Is life worth dying? Is this what it’s like to finally fall, Should I acquiesce or do I stand tall? Death chases Death there’s no escape Under the earth condemned to my hell, Immortal soul is now but a shell, Even in death you can’t really win, Slaying yourself considered a sin, All I wanted was the pain to depart, But now the pain is off the chart, Of the commandments this should be first, It feels like my farewell has been cursed. Is it worth trying? Is life worth dying? Is this what it’s like to finally fall, Should I acquiesce or do I stand tall? Death chases Death there’s no escape As it ends I see clear, the faces Faces of what could have been. As the fire grows so near to the memories Memories of things that I’ve seen. |
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RenaissanceRomanceRunsRed Senior Member
since 2007-06-11
Posts 1062In Love <3 |
wow. i love this ri, it's intelligent and wonderfully insightful. and added to my library . . .  -Kate and in the daylight i miss the nightmare- but deathly fear it in the dark of night |
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