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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
There is a guy outside and I know I should hit him His blood would open his eyes Blood is real and truth hurts Pain exposes lies for what they are I'm going to deceitfully leave him be The time is not yet come I feel sick from all the wind and rain I'm not holding back out of fear My stand is in a sitting position I'm sitting on my feet Then I meet another man different than the one before His voice whispers the music An angel holds the pen in my hand It’s a hard surface life displays Shift attention demented explosion Let my hand write of loss Experimental sound exchanged for a cross Revival pathetic prophetic death alive Knot of roots firm piece of wood The path hurts my feet The heart must tell the truth Deliverance of the stolen, the eyes Deepest core exposed enemy a single soul |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
I need to apologize to whoever reads this. I haven't honestly let the love of God be displayed in my life. God bless, Craig |
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