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The Living DeadMy Goddess I will catch your tears, / Lady Athena sits among the people / In the middle of the street and
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Mar 31, 2011
These EyesI'm trying to see God everywhere / But these days I can't help but suspect / That my eyes are faulty, I require Holy Spirit -
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Mar 31, 2011
For the BeatniksCrick crack click clap snip snap on the concrete / The city is on the move and to stand would be / The slapstick comedy of stopping a treadmill.
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Mar 24, 2011
MasculineI tried God, / I tried to be your little boy, / Your altar boy, the tin soldier for you,
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Mar 24, 2011
AweGod, keep my eyes raw / That I never get used to grace / Let me bow my knees every time
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Mar 24, 2011
AftermathWe sit in the wake of destruction, / Of the greatest tidal wave this world has known, / For nothing is left, this realm is ruined,
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Mar 24, 2011
Psalm 23The Lord is my vending machine, / I shall not be in want, / He makes me to lie down on king size beds,
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Mar 24, 2011
Microsoft Word Took my VoiceLet me apologize to begin with / For the way I have to say this to you / Instant and digital with the flawless
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Mar 15, 2011
A Letter to SupermanDear Superman, / I don’t think you remember me, / The other day you saved me and my mom
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Mar 15, 2011
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