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dennis-pennefather
When my temporal life has gone let my memory not hold sway Unless it does provoke a smile to brighten your own day. Don't make me a hero or a martyr to a cause I know my inherent sins just as you know yours. Just sing for me a happy song for the road my life has paved Do not indulge in worry that my soul was never saved. Though there is fear in dying I fear not to be dead That only regrets that I will have are for words I never said. So in my passing just take comfort love your own life as you should At the end of life be knowing even the worst of times were good.
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Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 8:13 PM UTC
No Dead Martyrs
Do not admire my butterfly form, my red lips pomegranate blushed. My Asian beauty beyond the norm, that my fate has lightly brushed. My soul with passion to adorn, a will that love has never crushed. For I was born not to abide, within your cage of love or lust. My soul will throw your 'love' aside, my spirit's voice will not be hushed. In your arms I'll not reside, because my fate cannot be rushed. For beyond my beauty that you see, is my journey, my own spirit's flight. Beyond your lust I must be free, to soar away right out of sight. Far beyond the bars  your love would be, lies the world wherein I would ignite.
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Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 6:07 AM UTC
Beauty's Lament
I will not be your confessor priest, nor forgive all that you do. I have no power of forgiveness, even though you're dying too. I have seen you **** the mothers, in the West and in the East; You **** your babies in the womb, to create a devil's feast. Yet I cannot judge you, nor forgive all that you do, I cannot sit in judgment, for I am but passing through. I cannot judge you for your wars, religious jihad settled scores; All the scriptures penned as ****** to power games, those septic sores. Nor that you choose to impose peace, with nuclear  threat and freedoms cease. I cannot purify your will, which caused the poor to pay the bill, for your diseases that spirits **** For I am dying just like you, and like the horses fodder, we just pass through.
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Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 4:56 AM UTC
Dying For Forgiveness