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Sticks in the Mud
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Sticks in the Mud |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Take the keys Lock it tight Feel yourself Come alive Burst through and see the sun Run away Find yourself Take the seed Harvest, plant reality Breathe Pant, control, choke Decide for yourself Believe the angels The roar Escape death Come to a place You realize this place Its just you Decide for yourself The truth, raw Sleep Quietly Stop Harness Could you? See me. Feel. This is revolution. A war So what if my wings are too scratched, cut, and beat up to fly... I'll walk. |
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deadkiss Junior Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 31washington |
i love the form for this, it's very stop and go. it really makes you think, or made me think about things atleast and took me on a journey. |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Journey ends in "A war." lol. How's that for hope? Well thank you again. And God bless. In Christ, -GIS So what if my wings are too scratched, cut, and beat up to fly... I'll walk. |
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