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Mar 2011
Hit me with your best shot
Show me what your wit’s not
Expose the heart you’ve not got
You’ll likely take the dare

Looking good you think so
Such a fool, you don’t know
The world’s a stage for no show
I see through you like air

Running scared you fight life
Caring not, you mock strife
Instead you wield the sharp knife
I jump your worthless snare

Kick me when I’m real low
Better me them some joe
God knows you’ve got enough foe
See if me you scare

Justify your filthy deeds
Violence fulfills your needs
So old now, where did that lead?
And you say life’s not fair

You’ll get what’s coming- just wait
The narrow road is too late
You spit upon the Lord’s gate

***** you, I don’t care.
Lori Jean
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   Nina McNally
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