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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Sitting here choking These words dripping out of my lips Am I drying and rotting Withering to decay and burn I tell her the pretty things God hold control Keep me, don't let me slip Even with the pretty things Relax, just be me Self-control in place Control hear my soul A rock doesn't bend, just slip Clarity of what I see Clearly whats behind me Am I real enough Can you see me? (who I am) Dry flat surface of death Spaced apart from the king God's name on my breath Spit out the demon thing 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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