"coped" poems
Alarm clock kicks exhaustion into gut immediately as it sounds
University student jolts into day still dark
20 years later body still too daft to recognize shrill wake-up call as prey rather than predator
US kills Russians in Syria strikes
How to get ready in under ten minutes—life hacks you won’t believe: leave without locking the door, forget to brush your hair, and more
Five reasons breakfast is the most important meal of the day
Trump wants to replace food stamps for impoverished Americans
Snow in the forecast for the next three days
Why is vitamin D important for our bodies?
Sleep deprivation: a student epidemic
I’ve had panic attacks every day for the past three years—here’s how I’ve coped
Accused killer says victim hired him to do it on Craigslist
Want to know how to budget as a college student? Stop buying Starbucks
All she has to do to claim 560-million-dollar lotto is make her name public—she refuses
Signs that your friendship is coming to an end
Lions eat and **** suspected poacher
Tips on how to be successful after college
These are the victims of the Florida school shooting
Binge-drinking on college campuses and escapism: the dangers of drinking to forget
Declinism: is the world actually getting worse?
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 12:27 AM UTC
Sit
say nothing
just let things go
Extra stress not needed
as our lives
find there flow
A well oiled machine
that's how we work
you and me
Unyielding emotions
take there toll
everything has a fee
Not sure I'd have coped
been able see these years through
There is no one
who helps me
the way that you do
You give me strength
where I lack
I always know you've got my back
You make this life
a little lighter
sad
dark times
a little brighter
Thanks so much
for all you do
Thanks little sister
I love you
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 11:40 AM UTC
Gumdrops come in many colors
Yellow, orange and green
My gumdrop hides his color
So his feelings can’t be seen
His character is charming
His humor can’t be beat
He’s loving, kind; a friend of mine
Yet, he creates his own defeat
Avoidance is an issue,
Procrastination set in stone
His fears are locked so deep inside
He fights the world alone.
I understand his silent walk
My feet step in his tracks
Circumstances changed the soul;
True confidence we lack.
When tragedies besieged him
His body young in years
He coped the only way he could
While fighting back the tears
He lost himself eventually
Gave in to worldly sins
But, Gumdrop has the strength of few
He stood-up, once again.
With work, he rose above the clan
Temptation everywhere
He faithfully now walks the walk
Recovery he shares
Sadness still surrounds him
Eyes open for dark skies
Preparing for the looming breach,
He limits joy inside
Why would he risk familiar odds?
Reality is rough
To avoid the possibilities,
Is safer than to trust
Don’t try to understand him
He won’t let you in
He’s had to learn the hard way
He won’t get kicked, again.
But I am pretty lucky,
I’ve known him for so long
With memories and good times
and Billy Joel’s top songs
I wish for him bright colors
Prayers I’m always sending
But Gumdrop holds the steering wheel
He writes the script and ending
Yep. Gumdrop is a blessing
My friend he’ll always be
Can he step outside his comfort zone?
I guess we’ll have to see.
Mar 20, 2011
Mar 20, 2011 at 7:51 PM UTC
The breeze flew effortlessly between us
and I begged for it to be enough or even just
enough to pull me with my everything apart from you.
With my toes in the sand that seems so blue
I refuse to allow my eyes to meet yours
afraid that in your dark galaxy I see her
and afraid that my eyes will scream the lullaby
of just how much your name means to me.
I’m trembling to the thought of you
knowing how much of my heart you’ve wooed
for many years it was in your deathly grasp
and for many years I’ve maintained this mask.
I’ve kept my vulnerability safe for so long
away from your knowledge was where it belongs
simply because I’m afraid of how small I’ll become
of how insignificant I’ll be to a heart that was so numb.
I don’t want to seem irrelevant on your end
for I was a good friend, a great friend
and it aches me to allow you to see
that the good friend, the great friend I seem to be
was only a camouflage I used to keep
my love, my desire, my everything hidden deep
deep away from you for I refuse to be like one of them;
the pets you treat with little to no respect but thinks they’re all gems.
What does it take to be a gem in your life?
Does it take a threat; with a pen, a gun or a knife?
Or does it take laying bare aside you not giving you a hard time?
Paying for all your lies with every feeling, every desire and every dime?
Pretending to be a fool like all your pets, and hope just hope…
That one day you’ll reward me for all the pain that I’ve coped?
A good friend, a great friend isn’t enough for me anymore
play the pet, buy the lies, **** the modesty, become the *****
-fir.m
Mar 3, 2021
Mar 3, 2021 at 4:33 AM UTC
God, if you only knew the things these eyes have seen. I feel as if I’m the only one to have felt this heaviness in my soul. It breaks me down. I’m scavenging for survival. For hope, for humanity. I wait patiently in the dark hoping to watch as the light breaks through this darkness I live in. Will the sun rise? Will the moon give in to its brutal blows? Or will I be left again, left wondering where I’m meant to travel to next. I watched my family torn from the places once called sacred. The treasures they held once before meant nothing, their lives were the only treasure they had left. The only treasure I had left. Some tore their way out of that hell. The mental affliction that caused them to drown in their own murderous screams. They moved on with their quest for a purpose, ripping away the flaws and scars left by the pain experienced. Becoming something new, remade. Still beautiful, they didn’t break. They persevered. I watched as others tied the fear and pain to their ankles, always dragging it with them. Others would notice the chains they pulled, but never say a word. Never reach out a hand to search for the key to these aches. Just watching them survive, I watch them survive. I survive. But the worst of all to watch was The Interpreter. The ones who fell for the lies that got them with me in this black hole. The ones who never coped, never wanted a purpose, they wanted revenge. Revenge on the ones who tore their soul apart, piece by piece. The ones who took every bit of sanity they had and laughed as it fell unreachable by any man. I watched as something once so beautiful, miraculous, pure and true turn into something that made me want to cringe. So hungry. Always remembering the starvation they suffered from and using it as a crutch and weapon to fill the hole that cannot be filled by things as such. I try to help but they snarl in defense, forgetting that once I was their friend. Only thinking of the world as an enemy, and everyone in it an enemy as well. I try to stop them, plead for them to stay, just to here a few words. Just to know that they aren’t alone, I’m here in the darkness too.
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 8:11 PM UTC
Wood smoke carries on the air
The time driven memory
Of ****** basics and soulful
Earthy humankind
Surrounding each personal cell and
Lifting the arm-stretching power
Of fire and the need to feel warmth
The technology of modern man
Is dashed on the rocks of time
As we drift with the stench of our youth
The well worn shoe and the eiderdown
The hot water bottle and the candle
Flickering and holding us with
A knowledge of comforts
And our understanding
We live within this world and feel
The circle of life that smells of
Log fires in the autumn and the sooty
Blackbird song of impending winter
The warble and the peaceful heart of
Everything we love as seasonal
Mists and dancing flames keep us
Wrapped in our primeval lives
Will autumn bring a kind or hard winter
No matter, we have coped with them all
By Max Hale
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 1:17 PM UTC
You're not really a baby, no more than I am an adult at 20.
I'm struggling to find the words to tell you that I understand.
I have been where you are.
I went through those days and nights when it felt like the world was against me.
Oh the nights were worse than the days, nothing like the ticking of a clock to make you feel alone.
Growing up isn't easy, kids at school are cruel and dumb.
I coped the way you're coping too.
Turned my body into a canvas in which I only painted with red.
Hid behind hoodies and long sleeved shirts.
Told mom and dad white lies about my newly painted "artwork".
So I'm not just some concerned family member condescendingly saying that I understand, I actually do.
I have fought that battle, and some days I still do.
I've been stuck in that darkness, felt the need to open myself up to fight my demons.
But baby brother, opening yourself up, painting those canvases will only win battles, and only for so long.
It takes family to really win that war.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
Coping is just a solution
you do what you can not what you must
and there's nothing but higher purpose as must
no rules in the land of lust
it's a hard decision to know such
how to put it so I can understand?
Coping is finding a way
then finding you've gone astray
Coping is the key and the lock
Coping it's just the way heart works
But there's something higher,
you will find it like it or not.
The time I coped, I was living good,
on my own. Hands below my *******
you on the phone.
Beautiful mistake!
Of the planned move - beware
But how to do it, when everything else
fails
when contraries meet
No rules for life, so you get lost some time.
You can trace yourself back. Get found,
so you can be lost again. Wonder, revel.
What I feel for you - something I can't describe
I want the bed with you - I always did want that
But I am afraid the demons are howling again
Using the word love as a threat
This is not love, won't be fooled this time
No big adventure without ditching something
I ditch you pain, I ditch you unhealthy attachment,
I ditch you love, because you tore down my guts
The world has opened its jaws
not to swallow me but to let me gently in
it's showing its teeth, saying "Girl, you can look,
enjoy this"
(Enjoy my sharpness, how I slice you open
but
A butterfly in every **** an ecstasy
even when you're about to drown)
A gift from above - did I work for it?
The world is smiling at me
It always did, it always did
And the road might be bumpy
And awhile I might have to solve it
But I am on my road
towards
Somewhere better than where I come from.
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 6:06 AM UTC
I don't remember his face
I tried my hardest to block it out
In the black in the back of that delivery truck
I fought and I fought but I was but a mere girl
I was 12 years old
See No Child Left Behind Had come along
And everyone thought it was the best thing ever
But they didn't teach a course on how not to get *****
I didn't know
So I didn't share
I held it in and i coped the only way i knew how
Every single night I slid that blade across my skin
And the red would come
Unfailing
I couldn't count on my savior in the back of that truck
But the red
The red was unwavering
My poor poor Innocence
Lost and alone
I had no choice but to replace you with Pain
The pain that clouded my mind
And prevented me from reliving that moment when
My dear dear Innocence
Lost and afraid
I had no choice but to replace you with Liquid Courage
Nothing mattered when he was around
My sweet sweet Innocence
Gone eternally
I had no choice but to replace you with the same amount of destruction that made me loose you
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 10:24 PM UTC
she was the girl that everyone wanted
the reckless young rebel
who was a question mark to most
and an answer to others
she kept most things to herself
such as her secrets and her razor
for that's the way she coped
when everyone expects perfection
you have to be perfect
she was the one boys went after
but could never quite catch
her drinking was the infinity
and her smoking was a protest
she did not smoke to enjoy herself
but to die .
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 3:39 PM UTC
You could have called it a blind date,
The manner in which we first met,
But one that was truly desired,
Not one made for some stupid bet.
A year has now passed since that day,
My life then so completely changed,
When my future was realigned,
And not just merely rearranged.
With the little sight I had left
I really liked what I first saw
But my social skills were lacking
And my emotions were red-raw.
She saw through my anxieties;
The pain I had coped with for years,
She seemed to sense the imprint left,
By many invisible tears.
Empathy was her strongest suit,
That was obvious right away,
Her bright sunny manner ensured,
We had an enjoyable day.
It’s strange how two can so quickly
Be bonded and then become one,
And all seeming as natural
As the rising of the dawn sun.
With the little sight I had left,
I really liked what I first saw,
And I knew the feeling was mutual,
When she nuzzled me with her nose
And then offered me - her paw …
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC
Most of the people hate isolation
only a few taking it as blessing
and such is the one I'm talking about.
What if the familiar have shunned me,
he would say, the world is now mine,
to the strangers I bare my heart,
as they do to me, a complete stranger,
in the once and possibly the only meet
between people otherwise divided
exchanging thoughts and contacts
sure no call would ever follow
but happy in the chance encounter.
He thus meets a melange of people,
the man whose wife fled with her lover,
the woman whose husband deserted her
but she still wears red in his name,
the son abandoned in childhood
the old woman disowned by son.
He takes all their sadness into him
and feels his own greatly diminished
thankful that fate hasn't been as harsh
or how he would have coped with
the misfortunes that befelled those strangers.
He bows his head, for in the isolation,
he knew how it hurts to be deprived of
what was obviously legitimate.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 8:42 PM UTC
His now withered hand hardly moved
and yet I still knew what he meant
but it hurt me so to see my Dad
once a man so powerfully strong
be brought down by a bad heart
and by arthritis so cruelly bent.
His last eleven years were all in pain
it was plain for all to see
he worked all through the second vile war
sometimes in long eighteen-hour shifts
but he died at only fifty-two
in front of my siblings and me.
I will never know how my Mum coped
there were six of us to raise
and though she struggled, oh how she struggled
she fed and clothed us by means
It was only much later as an adult
that I understood and looked back in praise.
©Joe Wilson – My beloved parents…2014
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
How many were going to St Ives?
Were the cats in sacks alive?
Who cares if every one arrived?
For the greatest riddle I derive
Is how on earth, do you surmise,
that poor man coped with seven wives?
Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 1:27 PM UTC
It’s not meant to bee
Humble and BlondeBee’s latest date was at ‘Where it’s at.’
All their friends were there too, so it wasn’t that bad.
But by the end of the night, they realised there was no spark.
Sure enough, good friends they were and still are,
But there was no love, even when the two of them slow danced
And by the end of the night,
They each had the same doubts about the romance.
They arranged a date for the following day,
Because they both really wanted it to work.
They went for a fly and made their way to a pool,
And the two of them began to friendly flirt.
But after a while BlondeBee said I’m sorry Humble,
I can’t do this anymore.
I do like you, but only as a friend
And Humble said thank The Queen!
I was worrying for sure.
I do like you too, but I’m not falling in love.
If we can remain friends, that would bee so cool,
But I think we both agree, that this should end,
Before I act even more of a fool.
Yes Humble, it was nice to dream,
But there is someone else on who I am keen
And I think he could bee the one.
You sure move fast, Humble said with a laugh.
I wish you all the luck in the world BlondeBee.
I will see you anon.
The two of them parted and Humble’s new search started.
He still had such hopes on who she would bee.
The Queen had been right.
If it doesn’t feel right, it’s wrong;
But it was time for Humble to go and find his own song,
But who would Humble’s bee bee?
He hummed to himself as he made his way home
And he told his parents what had happened when he arrived.
He coped with it quite well, and only once when all alone,
Did he allow himself to cry.
Soon he was fine and a new love he would find.
There has to bee a way.
He knew his heart would once more fly.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 6:57 PM UTC
I chose you for captain though you were off course
I saw you a hero, a knight on a horse
I dreamt of you sailing when I saw you’d no boat
I spoke of your valour, put you on a high note
I believed you were convinced though I knew you had doubt
I willed you a listener while hearing you shout
I put you up high even though you were low
I smiled and I laughed to cover your sorrow
I wished with all hope while you crawled and you groped
I submitted to faith while on logic you coped
I watched in helplessness as you slowly slid away
I heard my words echo when there was nothing more to say
Feb 20, 2011
Feb 20, 2011 at 1:07 PM UTC
I think that the scent of a blunt all over me will always remind me on those late nights and early mornings we spent on the rooftop of a building, you rolling a joint and we're smoking it up until our lungs gave up on us. It will remind me every time people hot box a room and it is filled up with smoke and in those smoke clouds I will forever see you lighting up that blunt and you give me that smile in your face and you offer me some. I might just be hallucinating with the fact that your face is still clear but everything in my surrounding is becoming a blur. Whenever I see a person about to light up with a spliff, my mind wanders off and looks for you even if you aren't there in the very moment. Pretty sure this has become your signature scent because no matter what I end up thinking about you. Some people may not be able to appreciate and cannot withstand of how it smells, but to me it means everything. Cause with the months of hanging out together I've learned to love it and I know whenever I am with you I breathe in the smell of happiness, because with you that is what I truly feel. With all the memories shared and made, I learned to have a liking for this scent and this is how I've also learned how to love you. I got to know that this is how you sometimes coped with problems, how you bonded with friends, and how you spent your free time. Hence to when I smell a blunt it reminds me of home and your sweet embrace, for you are my home and your arms is where I feel most safe. The hours between 1 am to 4 am have never felt so high and amazing and it is truly an amazing feeling. A connection I've never had with anyone before. I smile when I get to smell a blunt because the thought of you brings joy in my life and I hope that I'll never lose my home.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC
I got elbowed in the stomach
At 9 o'clock tonight
I was working
And the woman
I was working for
Stole the wind
Right out of my lungs
And I bit my tongue
And I swallowed blood
Which tasted like
Rusted metal,
Salt water,
And acidic anger
Burning in my gums
I don't get paid enough
To feel like my ribs are breaking;
Trying so hard not to cry
I'm literally shaking
Well, ****
I have no one to talk to
My best friend called
An hour later
To tell me all about
The party she's going to
With kaylee and alexa;
She's dressing as Crown Royal,
I don't know what that means
And I don't ******* care
She doesn't ask how I am
And I don't tell her
She doesn't really wanna know
And I don't really wanna say it
There's a distance
A fluctuation in her voice
That reaches a place
My ears can't get to
I don't hear her sometimes
When she talks about the things
She loves
And I don't know why
Why I'm so disconnected
From twenty-two
I'm not above it-
I like to think I'm not beneath it-
Maybe just floating somewhere
In the atmosphere that surrounds it
My boyfriend is much prettier
Than anything my hands have ever held
And his voice is softer than
The blanket I bought Kiernan
On her birthday,
The one she doesn't use...
He's really deep
When he's sleepy
He makes no judgement
When I'm angry
He isn't coping
With his condition
Lately
But I've never coped with mine
So who am I to mention
I guess I'm just feeling weak
I'm just feeling kinda hazy
I'm just feeling sorta empty
I'm just feeling
Feeling
A little bit
Too much
Feeling
Maybe
Just not enough
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC
It was quiet strength that did you in.
Your belief that pain was simply the cost of life,
You had been crippled for so long
Leg straight and fused,
Tremors assaulting your once strong hands,
Still you coped.
You pushed through.
As if to laugh at the hand you had been dealt.
Like you were betting the house would go bust.
You fought.
You fought getting out of the your truck at the doctors office
You fought when they forced you into a sleep study
You fought when they ran a chest X-ray to rule out pneumonia
And when they said cancer
You fought
Who cares that they said Stage 4.
Cancer didn't know who it had picked its newest fight with
It didn't know your 25th wedding anniversary was two weeks away
So you fought
Because it wouldn't take this from you
You wouldn't let it,
Stubborn ******* you were.
You fought
You fought
Having purchased a card for the special day
Having it delivered by a friend
In tears she read and she knew
You had fought
And on that following day we sang you to Heaven
There was Power in the Blood
As you found Amazing Grace
And as your last breath escaped
Tooth then Lip.
I was reminded
You fought.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 3:10 AM UTC
I wonder
What you saw when you looked at me
Drinking with the devil's thirst
Smoking the cowboys dirt
Laughing much too loud
Walking round the next day in my ex's stolen underwear
Bloodshot eyes and ready for another round
I was chaos and storms
I was weather worn
But inside I was holding me together
With the too loud music and too much fake smiles
I was something too behold
I wonder what you saw
When you looked at me
I was told you like to fix things
And to you I'd be the ultimate challenge with all my broken dreams
I told you to leave well enough alone
That I'm putting myself back together on my own
You heeded my warnings not
You looked at me as though I was all you saw
And into my heart and life you clawed
You spoke to me through my favourite songs
Made me feel like to you alone I belonged
You said you never felt this way and that I was your safe place
I wonder now
When I look at you
How hard it must've been
For you to pretend you're all in
How you must've hated every moment we touched
Though how well you did fake lust
I shudder to recall
How difficult for you to fake those looks
All your tricks, you said you learned from books
Your romantic ramblings must've been so tiring
You made me feel like I was dying
How hard was it for you, I wonder
You faked it all so convincingly
Everyone believed it, even me
I thought I met my other half
While you thought you were smart
I hope someday I'll find it funny
For all your great intentions you forgot
About what happens at the end, we both lost
You lost a friend, I a lover
You quickly went back to your other
And I am back at the start
So your pretty words didn't fix me like you hoped
I was doing fine, I would've coped
Just fine without your interference
Your intentions were careless
You broke another piece off me
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC
He bounced around
from town to town,
never becoming whole.
'Cause in his parents' eyes,
he was a parasite, hiding in
a hole.
And he let his friends down,
with promises and hopes
that deluded and destroyed
him. Throwing his words a-
-round, never slowing down
to enjoy the beer and bodies.
He bounced around
from heart to heart,
gathering sympathy
like gold coins; hoping
that he could, if they
really would, stay and
cope a little.
And he let them down,
like his friends and his
parents. He thought a-
-bout dying and writing.
He thought about his
brother and every girl
he thought he loved,
trying to understand
if he could love if he
could not love himself.
He bounced around
from key to key,
writing about nonsense.
Or maybe it was important
and he minimized it, because
that's how he coped; or that's
how his father talked about
his son's accomplishments.
I guess his son would have
to ask himself if he ever
accomplished anything worth
making his dad proud.
And when he went to
the ward, Chestnut Ridge,
that was three years ago.
I guess he's still around,
working hard, New Yorker
something, something, something.
Dad is proud, likes Bojack Horseman
and The Walking Dead; all of this stuff
is so ******* irrelevant.
My dad is proud.
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 9:32 PM UTC
Emotional changed for the better
Physically changed rise to power
Felt and coped with dark emotions
Dealt with good but clutching onto them
It's easy to punish yourself feeling bad
A guilt consciences weighs you down
Focus on the greatness be better than the mistake
Change your ways encourage others
Hopefully they do the same
Be better than the ppl talking about you
Since they have done nothing but blame others
Own up to your flaws correcting yourself
Others try to use that against you but use it to be better
Rise from the darkness take care of yourself
Only you can provide all you seek
Not letting them get to you they infect your good with their bad
Once your immune don't let that toxin overcome
Give yourself credit for doing it others haven't started or tried
You'd feel bad but why should you care if they belittle your accomplishments they knock you
Encourage them but don't let them stop you or detour your mission
Goals are set meet them on your time not others
Dreams are how you see them not others
Live life to your standards not other
Be who you know you can be not
who others make you out to be
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
I only remember being hurt
Can't recall what it was worth
Could something have happened?
That made you disappear
Turn around and come back
Your love is what I lack
Making sense of what is left
You stole my heart, you ******* theft
Someone mentioned you to me
It reminded me of when it was we
So I'm wondering if you are fine
Wishing our lives were still entwine
I coped with it every day
Each time a different way
Think of a feeling, I felt it
Each one making me feel like ****
I should have gotten over you
Still longing to hear you say I love you to
I couldn't shake that empty feeling
For your forgiveness, I'm ever waiting
Someone mentioned you to me
It reminded me of when it was we
So I'm wondering, if you are fine
Wishing our lives were still entwine
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 1:24 PM UTC
**** Religions
Instituted by man understand we can
Think for ourselves
Take that Dusty *** bible off the shelf
And restore your health
With mental wealth too many welts
Left on your subconsicous
Sick of the nonsense my hearts growing intense
Make enemies run to fence
But its too late to date my mental state
In a sate from all the wisdom that my brain ate
Never full never mule
40 acres been missin
While black folks still kissing
White surpremacy ***
But then get mad when I ask
Questions about the recollection
I'm battling the sable
For my restitution
But I see religion seems to be the only solution
Giving false hopes coped and eloped
To a ***** that never existed
I'm exempted
Out reality *** I pose questions behind answers
Too many folks stuck in a cancer
Status no I'm not the baddest
But one of the wisest
Open your eyes and realize
Religions ain't nothing but profits in guise
Ask any body about the end times ?
Corruption poor folks still in destitution
But they say pray for brighter days
But them days growin dimmer and dimmer
While yo hunger growin thinner
What's next for dinner?
Us we fed for deaths food
They got a thousands of coffins
Stashed Georgia
Now check yo self
And ask what religion done fr ya
It just suppress those I guess?
Naw me never show love to them hypocrites
They quick to fight me and ****
Cuz I recognize they ******** out the pulpits
I see preachers getting richer
And church folks getting poorer
Its like the modern day horror
But only thing is
This a live script so here's a few tips
Wake up out them dreams
Cuz ya gotta be asleep to believe it
Man once instituted beliefs
Trying to be God but they no different than thief
Robbing people of time and glory
Christianity itself has history gory
Slaughtered those who didn't oppose
To conversion
**** them ******* cuz they made it a **********
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC