Dark Poetry #4 |
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Worship |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
How do you break his bones Comprehend... A blank Living hell hero Crack and pop Survive Live Juicy floatation device He knows... Traps and tricks Trinkets and devices Schemes plot destroy natural pure earth Witness Tell Your throat impaled The luxury of love and truth leaving you Trickles down your flesh Veins bulging Luuaaoouuuuvvvvvvvveee Precious and tender Just touch the breath Iron and steel rods stretching your skin Hate sees this A wave of fear sees this Their gone and they leave it, dripping water Washing cleanse from death Death, death death death no longer me, alive, living life John 12:25 He that loveth his life shall lose it; and he that hateth his life in this world shall keep it unto life eternal. |
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Copperbell Senior Member
since 2003-11-08
Posts 956 |
seems scary - that scripture always meant to me about chasing after God's love - that would bring life rather than trying to have my way about everything and discovering that I'm actually quite miserable. I think I connected your signature to your poem - and I'm thinking that they're not supposed to be connected. ![]() |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Worship is a weapon. God inhabits the praise of his people. The demons can't be where he is. I guess this poem was mainly a taunt for them, instead of them taunting me. My signature is mainly for whoever might see it. John 12:25 He that loveth his life shall lose it; and he that hateth his life in this world shall keep it unto life eternal. |
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s1nfully_1nn0c3nt Senior Member
since 2003-10-26
Posts 1105Watertown, NY |
Cool Write... "Trina" Happiness Runs From Me, For I Am It's Enemy, Anyone Who Has It, Is Someone I Envy... |
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