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Oh Well
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Oh Well |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
"Oh well" is a haunting ghost... Young men join the military To fight Fight Cursed is he who does the work of the LORD Deceitfully, And cursed is he who keeps back his sword from Blood And ashes are soft Candles glow Jesus sees Torn tortures blood of the saints In decibels of a calibre Even a mass of death, would hear The collective message is war Cost of blood to purchase ears so great And the mass ignore Pen strokes the eternal hour crumbles to Nothing can win, suicide gave in Chosen ignorance Treats with death Death rages and complaints find no place to worship Cursed is the larger soul Oh, the weight... Patient is Hell, Open to wait... Jesus sees Infinity --------------------- it makes perfect sense I am Happy me... |
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Twilight Warrior Member
since 2007-02-22
Posts 106The World That Never Was |
I really like the message this poems sends. The one who doesn't do what everyone else does is doomed to be an outcast. I could be wrong, but thats what I think it meant. Nice write. "One last drink and the bottle breaks, returning us to the dust from whence we came" |
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