Dark Poetry #4 |
Pain Long Hair |
green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Disease we displease Comfort console rose petal walk Disaster living for myself Chop off my skull See whats inside Mess of confusion I will not bow to the Devil My breath alone has no perfection Just that it flows For Him and for me My hands pick up gradual falling Living life after my calling Jesus blazen set me free The Devil cannot have me The torches in my toes Candle mass and no one knows Wicked asleep the umbrella shows Down inside the pain it grows Watching me, who knows The damned mass blood that flows The Devil lost and this he knows Frilley captured psycho man White coats and plastic clothes Water puddles all over the floor Bricks that lay the way, don't stumble Beautiful she doesn't understand Guitar revolution in his hand The Devil is a loser and he can't rob me So what if my wings are too scratched, cut, and beat up to fly... I'll walk. |
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Annie78 Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 469here then there then back here |
Hallelujah, Glory to God Annie there is but a short time to exist, love,laugh,live and never stop believing in miracles |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Yeah, Jesus is awesome. I love you God!!! Thanks Annie. I'll put you on my prayerlist. God bless. -GIS So what if my wings are too scratched, cut, and beat up to fly... I'll walk. |
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