WHY IS LIFE SO UNFAIR?
SOMETIMES I THINK GOD CREATED ME ON A DARE
BREAKING THE MOLD BY THROWING IT IN THE AIR
STOMPING ON IT WITH HIS SANDAL AS IF HE DIDN’T CARE
PICKING OFF BITS, FEEDING IT TO DEMONS AND HELL HOUNDS
OH! HE’S JUST GETTING STARTED
SO HE CANT STOP NOW
FEATURES BEGIN TO FORM
EYES
MOUTH
NOSE…
ARMS
LEGS
TOES…
THEN INTO THE OVEN I GO
WITH THE FLAMES AND HOT COALS
THE ABUSE LEFT BRUISES
THAT BEGINS TO MEND
SHADES OF BLUE AND BLACK
HEAL INTO THICK SKIN
LETTING NOTHING AND NO ONE PEIRCE THE SOUL WITHIN…
NOT WORDS, NOT HATE, NOR ANGER
TO TEST GODS WORK IS TO PUT YOURSELF IN DANGER
FOR THIS ARMOR WITHSTANDS THE POWER OF ANY MAN…
BUT LET ME ASK AGAIN…
WHY IS LIFE SO UNFAIR?
IN A STRANGE WAY -MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE HE DOES CARE…
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 1:05 AM UTC
WHY IS LIFE SO UNFAIR?
SOMETIMES I THINK GOD CREATED ME ON A DARE
BREAKING THE MOLD BY THROWING IT IN THE AIR
STOMPING ON IT WITH HIS SANDAL AS IF HE DIDN’T CARE
PICKING OFF BITS, FEEDING IT TO DEMONS AND HELL HOUNDS
OH! HE’S JUST GETTING STARTED
SO HE CANT STOP NOW
FEATURES BEGIN TO FORM
EYES
MOUTH
NOSE…
ARMS
LEGS
TOES…
THEN INTO THE OVEN I GO
WITH THE FLAMES AND HOT COALS
THE ABUSE LEFT BRUISES
THAT BEGINS TO MEND
SHADES OF BLUE AND BLACK
HEAL INTO THICK SKIN
LETTING NOTHING AND NO ONE PEIRCE THE SOUL WITHIN…
NOT WORDS, NOT HATE, NOR ANGER
TO TEST GODS WORK IS TO PUT YOURSELF IN DANGER
FOR THIS ARMOR WITHSTANDS THE POWER OF ANY MAN…
BUT LET ME ASK AGAIN…
WHY IS LIFE SO UNFAIR?
IN A STRANGE WAY -MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE HE DOES CARE…
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