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My new home |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA 
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I been stuck in this lust life, Feeling my head with each sin, As these thoughts bleed my mind, Even though u feel the same test, I want to resist this fate, I know it is a small thing to you, But for me it is my life on the grind, Can’t fail now that I have seen the fame, Deep inside my heart, I know its wrong, Just have to find the right life line, Hang onto it till the end of time, Please forgive me for my sinful acts, For I am young buck, who knows no better, I often lead solo, for I fear my shadow, Besides writing and contemplating, The only good thing I do is sinning, Until the end of life, I can’t live like this, Help me conquer my fears, Now don’t tell me I am right or wrong, Just let me be and help me when in need, I see closer to my sins than you know, Beat myself with each thought, Hurt so many without thinking first, Once again, I ask for forgiveness, For a sinner of the deepest kind, The seventh circle, my new home. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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Jeremiah Johnson Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 1223Brooksville, Fl, U.S |
step right up, step right up for a ride down to the deepest ring of hell. I enjoyed this piece very much though I would have went about it's construction a bit differently but then we all have our own styles. I'm a dying romantic and when i can no longer write i can no longer live -Jeremiah Johnson- |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
That is why we each have our own style. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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