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May 2013
Look into the night sky
And know you walk alone
The choices I've embraced
Bleed my soul to stone
In the night I scream deliver me
To a god who wont hear my cries
In a world of no compassion
The flesh of our children
Is feeding the flies
Do you ever sweat the difference
Of what is right and wrong
What Manson did to Sharon
Turn your eyes, just move along
I would I had made a difference
My shame being hollow inside
I will ask for no ones forgiveness
Life has been a hell  of a ride
I should say that I prayed for vengeance
To a god whose indifference is pride
Now what feel is just empty
And I need a place to hide.             Hy
Henry Yarbrough
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Henry Yarbrough  texas
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