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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Hot air floats The breath of lovers holds little weight Flashes of a bon-fire douse at some point Hope speaks with cold airs The promiscous fool damns my shirt My head is harder than hell I was born like this It was not my request Nor would it have been The father's hatered becomes instant repentance He no longer feels tough love He no longer feels love He has been separated from love Where are my accusers? Where are the ones that accuse me? While demons curse me from afar and near Is it possible for this life just below light? The walls of my box grow thin Please! Either let me free or cremate me When the goats are sacrificed They take aways sin in their smoke burning skin smells like crap And dirty smoke floats just to be happy... |
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