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 Mar 2014 Adriana shayk
namii
Jump
 Mar 2014 Adriana shayk
namii
Is this what you’re looking for- some comprehensive clearance?
Darling, I've died a hundred times in my head
You run a knife through me, it wouldn't make a difference
I am already dead.
But maybe it’s your turn now
For it seems you’re too alive
Turn around, take that final bow
Give that last hi-five.

They've weeded you out
There’s nothing left in you to bloom
Does your life revolve around doubt?
It’s alright, you’ll be gone very soon.

Right, left, front and back again
Why are you dodging the bladed lunge?
Don’t be scared, courage is a thing you need to attain
Hold my hand honey, we’re going to take this plunge.
We've all been dead in our minds at some point in time.
I am free , because you have delivered me from sin.
This freedom is fantastic, I praise you for everything.
For the strength that you have empowered me with.
Though the Holy Spirit which is within me Lord.
You have empower us with so much, of your gifts.
In turn people shall see you within us daily Lord.
The testimonies are another gift you have empower us with.
Each trial that we go through will only make us stronger.
At the same point we are still living because of your protection.
 Feb 2014 Adriana shayk
namii
Devil
 Feb 2014 Adriana shayk
namii
The devil’s acts scratched into your skin;
Scald yourself with your own sins.
**** his soul out through his chest;
Ink it out- **** his quest.
Her mind in torture, her lack of amour
Fills her with fear- a ruptured shiver
Here he clutches a deadly dagger
Stabs the prey with morbid hunger
Stalks the hundred blackened souls
Digs a hundred hardened holes
His huge wings sign menace
Kills their passion, screams, “There is no grace.”
In his head, he feels misled.
The way he sees the girl
“I’ve always wanted to tell you,” he shrieks
“You used to be so beautiful!”
The sockets in his face leaks
The conjured up image in his head is dreadful
He lets out a final bloodcurdling cry
A signal of his goodbye
Before he stomps across the sunken boat
Tilts her head and slits her throat.

— The End —