I was a preacher  in a church
and i fell in love with your mother
then came the excommunication

I betrayed my vows
I betrayed my own brothers

she said
women speak 7000 words a day
but couldn't find perfect words for me

so we went under
the house of bones
and there
I was told
ghost stories

May the Devils  blessing be upon  you
Curse be upon you


This are the prayers that am left with
It is bad
It was bad, crafted so bad
I couldn't breathe  

It's raining outside
I can't think
I can't see anything

Mine innocence taken
And bullets am given

I have a family
I had a family
am not retreating
am not surrendering

I've  seen people **** people
But i shot her just to save her


If i told you my story
They'll think am a beast
they'll believe that I am the  devil

What happened to hello poetry

As you grew older

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You thought you was bolder

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But the world threw so much
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and you couldn't shoulder

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But I am
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we are
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with you

He loved her more than life