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I am more than you know... but a little less than perceived... i've shadowed a soul and feigned what's seen the manifestation of blessings is a pain in me... but my heart's prayer is truly believed... As i enter this day... i've got my mind set... the death of my soul.... will be the growth of what's left... reality...hmph... i deny those thoughts... as my tongue rolls my battle's pre foguht.... The day progresses on my feet grow cold... as fear sets in the cold takes hold dragging this frost onward i approach my world... admonishments abound as she breaks me heart... shocked by her speech.... in my heart i decide... suicide of myself it what must be done.... as i surrender to darkness flame burns within... and just like that... i'm reborn again standing tall and strong... looking out at his world.... i approach and reach for her... a prayer to christ for all he's done.... he killed me off as a child a made a man from a son.... with my world at hand... forward we will press battle onward for love not a deceptive glory....
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Sep 12, 2009
Sep 12, 2009 at 4:15 PM UTC
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I am more than you know... but a little less than perceived... i've shadowed a soul and feigned what's seen the manifestation of blessings is a pain in me... but my heart's prayer is truly believed... As i enter this day... i've got my mind set... the death of my soul.... will be the growth of what's left... reality...hmph... i deny those thoughts... as my tongue rolls my battle's pre foguht.... The day progresses on my feet grow cold... as fear sets in the cold takes hold dragging this frost onward i approach my world... admonishments abound as she breaks me heart... shocked by her speech.... in my heart i decide... suicide of myself it what must be done.... as i surrender to darkness flame burns within... and just like that... i'm reborn again standing tall and strong... looking out at his world.... i approach and reach for her... a prayer to christ for all he's done.... he killed me off as a child a made a man from a son.... with my world at hand... forward we will press battle onward for love not a deceptive glory....
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Sep 12, 2009
Sep 12, 2009 at 4:15 PM UTC
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