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Dustin Goodman Dec 2014
Never bored, never sane, to my life, I love this game, flirting with death, an open mind, in the light, you can never find, Hell, the lie, to keep you away, God, the evil, that will lead you astray, believe, and it shall be true, life could be so much more, you have no clue, if God is so perfect, how is there sin? A flawless creator, could not even begin, nor a pure heart, would let you burn, it is about time, for you people to learn, Bible, wrote by man, to have power, killed millions, to build their tower, a all loving master, would not let this be, or could picture hate, we would all be free, stop blaming Lucifer, for the demons, you have made, start trying to find, whats real, it will be okay, don't be scared, of the things, that are unsure, keep good morals, and you will, find the cure, be open and different, give ye no limits, thus with this, you will see through, the gimmicks, let yourself not, decay and die, yet spread, your wings, and you will fly, fall in-love, with karma, give into dreams, sleep with the devil, hear the screams, only to awake, back in your skin, just to do it, all over again, dancing with ghost, the gravyard's host, fallen from grace, reborn, at Heaven's gates, controlled by darkness, yet never dead, live one-hunderd, different, lifes, inside your head, learn to explore, as much, as you can, never waking up, never letting, it end, the rules, of the world, you have to break, with this, you will be real, never fake, it is hard, to show you gold, when you are blind, but when you see, trust me, everything, will be fine!
Dustin Goodman Dec 2014
Come fly into my ******* skin
Be my conscience thy friend
Death seems to be the only cure
Please make my flesh your furr
Mind of god, heart from hell
All the demons in my soul to sell
Love seems to be a curse
Just more bodies in my hearse
The boss of this game hard to beat
Yet I will never bow to defeat
Energy seems to never die
A different shape beyond the lies
Rip my eyes out, I am so blind
**** my shadow, I'll be fine
Broken smiles on all these faces
Dead roses in all these vases
I will drink from your ****** sins
And spit it on all these ****** grins
We have to change this pace
I will reclaim my ******* place!
This is my latest poem!

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