Dark Poetry #4 |
The Pressure |
green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
No words make their way Truly an absense of thought With no actions to match I will write again Nothing loser Breath of Satan Weight of death Perceivable light of denial No words describe Flight in fight Cash for blood Life in blood Dirty as dead This **** cellar is cold and deep The rats are too loud My chains itch with rust They'll fall some time Jesus, they'll fall some time Keep your pants on, Jesus loves you |
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