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Sleeping Angel
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Sleeping Angel |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Feel my intelligence slip away The masterful stroke of split understanding Torn and confused Refining my mind out of utter chaos I'm starting to realize the nothing I am Glue that used to hold seems to melt away I can't read the upper stones on the wall of a Building, from the ground I can't even see the cracks Or the color A gift of wisdom for a fool Death carried inside Just one Toated along Ignorance and folly have become my playground And I yet to understand Just live in this Absolutes of nothing planned No turning back, this time, no walking away -Kutless |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Craig? Absolutes of nothing planned nothing is absolute ,m'friend and if you mean you as the sleeping angel, I completely agree. I see it, maybe you dont yet *smile* |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Actually that kinda is something like what I was talking about. Just not realising whats going on. -GIS No turning back, this time, no walking away -Kutless |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
gotcha - but I meant that your not sleeping . . .  |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
ahh. lol. I guess not hehe. God is totally different than I figured. Crazy. -GIS |
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