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"greave" poems
The girl behind the mask wasnt who she seemed She made everyone fall and come to believe That even the saddest people could be happy Just for a while until things became sappy The girl behind the mask tend to laugh alot At jokes she found were funny, or maybe not She showed everyone how lovely she could be But in reality all she wanted was to go and leave The girl behind the mask was bullied all day Very few times would the kids let her play But as the years past, this just proceded And made her think that death should be succeeded The girl behind the mask was soon no more She discovered the ropes would make her soar Through the clouds in heaven that would go so high Now she was finally happy to really be alive The girl behind the mask was living the dream While everyone on earth soon began to greave Even though she thought no one cared for her Life without her quickly became a huge blur The girl behind the mask looked down one night To see that her sister had goined the flight She came up to her and asked why she was here And she answered this is suicidal girls only good fear The girl behind the mask did not understand Why her sister had goined this holy heartland Then she realized that because of her choice Her sister decided to leave earth to hear her voice The girl behind the mask began to cry She ended her sister's life so that she could come to fly She discovered that maybe instead of having to say goodbye She could've gotten someone to help her stay alive The girl behind the mask soon did find That maybe suicide doesnt help fix the bind She went down to earth and gave it her charity And said im sorry to all including her family The girl behind the mask looked as she saw her mother Clutching to the robe of her suicidal daughter The girl had finally saw what she had done So dont make the same mistake and dont grab the gun (k.b)
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
The Girl behind The Mask
The girl behind the mask wasnt who she seemed She made everyone fall and come to believe That even the saddest people could be happy Just for a while until things became sappy The girl behind the mask tend to laugh alot At jokes she found were funny, or maybe not She showed everyone how lovely she could be But in reality all she wanted was to go and leave The girl behind the mask was bullied all day Very few times would the kids let her play But as the years past, this just proceded And made her think that death should be succeeded The girl behind the mask was soon no more She discovered the ropes would make her soar Through the clouds in heaven that would go so high Now she was finally happy to really be alive The girl behind the mask was living the dream While everyone on earth soon began to greave Even though she thought no one cared for her Life without her quickly became a huge blur The girl behind the mask looked down one night To see that her sister had goined the flight She came up to her and asked why she was here And she answered this is suicidal girls only good fear The girl behind the mask did not understand Why her sister had goined this holy heartland Then she realized that because of her choice Her sister decided to leave earth to hear her voice The girl behind the mask began to cry She ended her sister's life so that she could come to fly She discovered that maybe instead of having to say goodbye She could've gotten someone to help her stay alive The girl behind the mask soon did find That maybe suicide doesnt help fix the bind She went down to earth and gave it her charity And said im sorry to all including her family The girl behind the mask looked as she saw her mother Clutching to the robe of her suicidal daughter The girl had finally saw what she had done So dont make the same mistake and dont grab the gun (k.b)
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I wish I'd fought Fought for the fort of love You were my heroine My heroine made from pure ****** Then you lead me to a maze A maze made from pure maize And when you left me I wore my greave But the greave didn't stop my greaving
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
The Homographs of Love
To be, or not, to be... That is plagiarism. Although, the rested see.. It's the only "ism" Will I do? Or, will I do not? Will I place soulfully, the life before me? Or, will I defy my end with bitter, confusion. I doubt them both. Within my heart, I chase a rope. About a time, When rhyme and cope. Are one, the same, Rewrite my hope. Can one remain, While others greave? Burn the bridge, And meld the seam. Amassed awake, Your idle dream, Don't mind the pain, Rewrite and leave.
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Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC
Rewrite
foam floral caps, work of wet hydrangea,                                   or pulse of caucasian lilacs in a sky-relieved frieze.                                            cambric pennons swag reconsidering                                                 margins of wimpling burn,                                               wherein the stars…twiring stars,                                         the declining stars, moon and planets                                                                     turned--                                       purchase light with morning-hands:                                                           green-bedizened;                                                     amber trammeling bud.                                                 absolve qualm suffusing tyre,                                                    violet’s violent leniency--                                                     and feel, o’bask! in velvet                                                           flume of veins,                                                   as beams of conspiracy raise                                                         to post and lintel,                                                crutching a young god’s legs--                                       and feel, o’supplicate!  bathe in                                                       day’s anatomies,                                          til greave deposit in lacunary sleeves,                                        and a genuflecting sun bow eternally--
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Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
aube
foam floral caps, work of wet hydrangea,                                   or pulse of caucasian lilacs in a sky-relieved frieze.                                            cambric pennons swag reconsidering                                                 margins of wimpling burn,                                               wherein the stars…twiring stars,                                         the declining stars, moon and planets                                                                     turned--                                       purchase light with morning-hands:                                                           green-bedizened;                                                     amber trammeling bud.                                                 absolve qualm suffusing tyre,                                                    violet’s violent leniency--                                                     and feel, o’bask! in velvet                                                           flume of veins,                                                   as beams of conspiracy raise                                                         to post and lintel,                                                crutching a young god’s legs--                                       and feel, o’supplicate!  bathe in                                                       day’s anatomies,                                          til greave deposit in lacunary sleeves,                                        and a genuflecting sun bow eternally--
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When I'm With You, You Stitch A Smile Onto My Face, And When You Do, Everything Falls Into Place, When I'm With You, The World Spins 8x Faster, You Are My Saving Grace, You Make Me Feel Beautiful, As A Apple Red Aster But It Always Makes Me Greave, When You Have To Go, But Someday Maybe You'll Never Have To Leave, We'll Be Way Older Though, People Say We Won't Last, But If We Don't, I'll Never Let Go Of This Prestent Which, Will Be Our Past
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Sep 2, 2012
Sep 2, 2012 at 9:21 PM UTC
I Hate When My Love Has To Leave Me
The most beautiful time of the year. But not for me my dear. My most closest has departed, Just when my little soul started. Mother misses you. Don't worry I do too. Why did you have to leave? Now we all sit and greave. There is so much cheer! But not over here. The snow is so very white. It glistens with fright Christmas, So beautiful.. But deep and dark is the only truthful!
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
**Christmas**
I Am Ready To Smile Again, I Am Ready To Revisit All Of The Good Memories In That Place I've Been, I Am Ready To See Friends I Would Take A Bullet For, I Am Ready To Feel Good All The Way Down To My Core But, I'm Not Ready To Go Back, I'm Not Ready To Be Attacked, I'm Not Ready To The Faces, That Try To Ambush Me In Many Different Places, I'm Not Ready To Walk Down The Hallways Of Hell, At The Sound Of A Two Toned Bell But, Now I Realized, I Am Stronger Than Any Of The People They Idolize, I Have Stuck Through Thick And Thin, But Still They Critize, Like They've Never Sinned? Girls Who Cry On The Stairwell, Call Me A Suicidal Freak, And Boys Who Can't Spell, Say My Words Are Weak But, Do I Believe Them? No Do I Greave Over The Words They Say? No Do I Even Really Care? No Do I Respect Them? No So Why Should They Even Try To Bring Me Down
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Sep 2, 2012
Sep 2, 2012 at 1:30 PM UTC
Going Back Again
How hubris. You, to think that you can stand there an tell us this? You, with your pride and confidence. You think yourself better? Because of what, your god? Your god can not protect you here. You address us in the court of men. Your god has no power here. You may threaten us with all the forces heaven and hell have to assail against us. But we do not falter at the threats of men who only have smoke and mirrors to carry out their threats. Here, we, like mined men and women do not fall pray to the fanciful fears of men who fear demons and spirits. We fear for the well being of fellow men and not their souls. A soul is immortal and thus has no need to fear the cold or an empty stomach. But the body does. So there for we fear for the masses who are with out and sympathize and greave for them. What mercy does your god show? What mercy does your god have for those of different creeds and races? You may speak of mercy. But this is mercy. Mercy is what neighbor shows his fellow neighbor regardless of their creed or race. You say that if one follows your god and words than they can receive heaven. But if these are the holy people of god and if this is his word. Then we don’t want heaven. Then I don’t want heaven.
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
Heaven
Rolling words, like ***** tires asphalt slabs, wasted hours, Nights alone, feels like home, you were never very good to me. Broken plastic, phony dreams pipe tabacco, cracking seams, slower step, promise kept, you were always my summertime. Sparks have faded, ashes cold gates left open, secrets told too late to talk, let's just walk things are easier once I get high. Wait for winter, wait for rain or fall forever, ease the pain too many ropes, it's all a joke *you broke my ******* heart though.* Pull together, shrug the want friends don't know, friends still taunt you will break me, you won't save me No one knows how many times I've tried to die. But it gets better, so they say, when he held my hand things felt okay people leave, hearts greave I've never been so good with changes Skys are bluer, my heart is sad you're doing good, and I am glad but it hurts to know, you're glad to go Like you forgot we promised forever
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May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 11:53 PM UTC
Bleak Falls Barrow
My butler, Dearest butler, Please come hither to thee, Show they self to be proper When in the presence of me. In the doorway you linger So tall and straight you stand As you bow you head low To patiently await my command. I stay in my bed and whisper, I ask for you to be at my side So I can confess myself to thee And tell how you've satisfied. "I'm greatly old fashion, I know. I'm elderly, wrinkled, and frail." I reach out for your gloved hand, I'm cold and frightfully pale. My butler, Loyal butler, I give you a golden reference For you are truly perfection, Magically knowing my preference. One last task is I give to you, Stay near me now awhile To comfort me once more With your genuine smile. My butler, Loving butler, I have little time left, it's true So pay me one last request. I have a question for you: When I die, where will you be? Will you stay close and greave And carry me to my final grave? Or will you just simply leave?
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
My Butler, Dearest Butler
I danced with the night angel Once upon a moon Held her silver hand As we twirled To the tune Her eyes did hold me In a gaze of love As I feel so deep With all the stars above She touched my heart Made my soul fly high Wiped the tears away On moonbeams and dreams Dancing with her until The dawn shall break Happiness forever more No mortal man shall take My angel of the darkest night Under the silver moon Oh to dream that dream again To hear our soothing tune But alas the sun will rise And then she shall be gone My heart doth greave At this good-by Until the nightime Calls
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 7:05 AM UTC
Moon Angel
I've look upon the shore Seen nothing but a bore I've pontificated the stars Only to retreat to rowdy bars Seen light in the darkest cave To only contemplate my nave As I lay at last to rest This soul to shrink without a best I recall her face at last it shines Sweeter than the finest wines Fires my closing eyes to leave A life to not succumb to greave And now after a thousand lines Written along an age of times With her love I can leave my soul An age of heaven with this fall Strike me lord I can depart Her beauty could make death an art
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Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 2:38 AM UTC
Marlowe, after life
I'm far past gone All the blood i've seen Spilt on the sand A bright crimson sheen It was nothing but a waste Being here today No ones coming home No one but me with nothing to say I don't want to talk About all that I do My best friends helmet cracking A bullet passed through The sounds of the rifles Across the sand And white hot feeling Of the shot through my hand I was out cold As I collapsed I don't remember waking Just the piles and a relapse Of corpses I once called my friends I should of stayed back And fixed the loose ends I don't know why They just let me leave This IS my soldiers hell So just let me greave
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Aug 24, 2010
Aug 24, 2010 at 5:31 PM UTC
Soldiers Hell
I write, I express emotion I use words no one will read, hear or utter I create worlds within this head of mine And try to convey them to the people So that they too can feel the grass that I dream of I greave To the point that it wells up inside me And there’s no way to keep it in any longer Instead of leaking salty crystals Because I have to much pride My pen takes me to a place of ongoing ink Where rivers run black And skies are grey Where the sun rises and gives hope to weary And the stars guide me through the night This genius of mine is a writer Able to bring light to these dead eyes And rebirth forgotten feelings But fear is a creature of hideous evil And beautiful comfort I fear that is this genius is rejected If this part of me dies there is no hope No light for me to follow back to my world of grass and grey skies That forever I will be lost to the wicked ways of this world. And the only escape is death.
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Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 2:14 AM UTC
Inspired by Elizabeth Gilbert's talk on Genius on TED.com
what's the point of stating my mind into all the ends of abyss retaliation of the dead dinosaurs continuous leave I won't greave for endless peace or prosperity I am not scared of being alone tonight I will walk for the streets we committed each other but not rightly sneak out before the night disappears nobody hears through the creaky stairs tails following behind eyes closed run away freight ill stand in front of the train take away this pain dismay array jealousy distraught you don´t act like yourself anymore
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May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 1:38 PM UTC
SDFHGJK?LMVCUDXRYJCKVBKNM
That word That name So many definitions it entertains Purity   Dignity Honesty Modesty Flawlessly Prophecy Prodigy A representation of man What he wanted us to be   I question What happened to his plan What happened to man From now to the start with Adam and Eve We have lost our faith and what we should believe I  greave For man while we are still in this world Up until the time we have to leave Man That word That name So many definitions it entertains Greedy Needy Seedy Cheesy So easy ****** Restore our faith and start to believe Before we leave !!
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Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
GOD
She that casts no shadow brings not darkness to the room, She is but a ray of light to banish out the gloom, I have beheld such an angel with her long and lustrous hair But it was not her beauty that drew me close to her. It was the music in her laugh the sparkle in her eyes, The honesty of her face and her long and lustful sighs And in those fleeting moments when my eyes rested on her face I knew for sure that I must make my home her resting place. I must have her for my own, must keep her from the rest For surly a precious creature would, my competitors, impress I would have her as a trophy to show to all the world And they would live in envy of the magic in my girl So I sort out her farther and I offered a fine sum He said he'd play me for her and soon the girl was won I set her on a pedi stool and and admired my lovely thing Then I shut her in a pretty place and went to get a ring A ring as loverly as her laugh with a stone just like her eyes Only the best for the angle that I'd taken for my prize With my darling beside me, the finest women in the land I threw the finest party and took her delicate hand But I found my self disappointed for no envy did I see All that looked upon me seemed to greave and pity me Suddenly I noticed how dark it seemed to grow For despite the many candles the room simply would not glow. I turned to look beside me to my lovely shining wife And to my greatest horror I saw not the merest fleck of life Her skin was finest silk and eyes were precious stones But beneath the fine fasarde there was no heart nor flesh nor bones Then It came upon me, an idea so terribly stark In all my efforts to win her I forgot to win her heart And as I left her lonesome and draped her with fine things I snuffed out her brightness and I clipped off her angel wings I took a darling angel and I kept her in the dark, I kept her for a selfish goal and I let her fall apart I sort only want I wanted and never what she'd need And so I lost my angle as a result of my own greed.
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
The tale of the angel in the dark
She that casts no shadow brings not darkness to the room, She is but a ray of light to banish out the gloom, I have beheld such an angel with her long and lustrous hair But it was not her beauty that drew me close to her. It was the music in her laugh the sparkle in her eyes, The honesty of her face and her long and lustful sighs And in those fleeting moments when my eyes rested on her face I knew for sure that I must make my home her resting place. I must have her for my own, must keep her from the rest For surly a precious creature would, my competitors, impress I would have her as a trophy to show to all the world And they would live in envy of the magic in my girl So I sort out her farther and I offered a fine sum He said he'd play me for her and soon the girl was won I set her on a pedi stool and and admired my lovely thing Then I shut her in a pretty place and went to get a ring A ring as loverly as her laugh with a stone just like her eyes Only the best for the angle that I'd taken for my prize With my darling beside me, the finest women in the land I threw the finest party and took her delicate hand But I found my self disappointed for no envy did I see All that looked upon me seemed to greave and pity me Suddenly I noticed how dark it seemed to grow For despite the many candles the room simply would not glow. I turned to look beside me to my lovely shining wife And to my greatest horror I saw not the merest fleck of life Her skin was finest silk and eyes were precious stones But beneath the fine fasarde there was no heart nor flesh nor bones Then It came upon me, an idea so terribly stark In all my efforts to win her I forgot to win her heart And as I left her lonesome and draped her with fine things I snuffed out her brightness and I clipped off her angel wings I took a darling angel and I kept her in the dark, I kept her for a selfish goal and I let her fall apart I sort only want I wanted and never what she'd need And so I lost my angle as a result of my own greed.
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who knew that life would change the scene when i saw seventeen a quarter pound in my lap I had to run with the green WHO KNEW I'D EVER SEE ALL THE ******* CHANGES IVE SEEN friends fading like leaves loosing branches from family trees ****** lie ******* thieve gotta spiritually bob & weave I had some plans up my sleeve hope I make it before I leave refuse mother greave so my dreams I have to believe and I cant let my brothers down so you know I have to achieve who knew the lessons I'd retrieve from living life so naïve all this knowledge I've received I'm still learning but feel relieved your not that easily deceived knowing life's not what you perceive my own parents lied to me got me living in disbelieve I gotta handle business just to be A-Okay like I'm Steve I'm throwing up my feelings, **** this **** I'm going sick leave
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC
who knew
My mind is static Nothings there Its just noise, Never making sense I cant think straight, Not like before, I hit my head against The wall, It bleeds, Crimson runs down my face, The static is hiding The person within, I greave for a mind Lost in static I cant live anymore "Who's is this face" I cower motionless upon the floor..
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
Static
memories feelings tears smiles. after tomorrow, they'll be gone for a while. as summer returns and my main focus is not to learn, i'll be alone and older by each day. don't worry, we'll talk, they say, but summer returns and my loneliness yearns for someone to talk to but I don't want to bother you. until august comes back and my head goes whack, will you speak to me, you're not a real friend, can't you see? I'm sorry that we didn't talk and I feel as if I hit bedrock, you'll act nice and i'll think twice about letting you back into my life when it's filled with strife. but i'll fail and become sad then i'll drive you mad until you leave and i'll greave until august returns.
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May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 9:39 PM UTC
goodbye.
Withering life starts to surround The blazing colors seen around Decrepit forestry looking glum, Yet beauty's found within Autumn. Life upon Earth begins rebirth, Reasons aplenty for feeling mirth! Towering trees soon shed their leaves, 'Tis no reason for us to greave! Taking walks amongst the woods, It should be easily understood When life ends its annual race, Yet another will take its place. This phase of nature's quite a sight; In its scenery lies delight. No need to fear it when it comes, Instead, revel in the glory of Autumn!
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 3:21 AM UTC
Coming of Autumn
UMMMMMMMMM THE CHARLIE HEBDO MAGAZINE GETS TERRORIST ATTACKS UMMMMMMMM IT KILLED 12 PEOPLE, AND THERE ARE INJURIES AS WELL UMMMMMMM I PRAY TO BUDDHA TO BRING PEACE TO THEIR FAMILIES UMMMMMMM YOU SEE CALM THE BAD KARMA THAT IS SCATTERED AROUND UMMMMMMM THESE KILLERS NEED MEDICATION OH YEAH, TO MAKE THEM UNDERSTAND KILLING IS WRONG UMMMMMMM I DON’T KNOW WHY THEY WOULDN’T EXCEPT THIS, NO UMMMMMMM I THINK WE SHOULD LAY FLOWERS OUTSIDE THIS PLACE AND LIGHT CANDLES TO SAY, REST IN PEACE UMMMMMMMM IT’S TERRIBLE UMMMMMMM IT’S TERRIBLE UMMMMMM IT’S TERRIBLE UMMMMMMM WE NEED TO GET TOGETHER, AND HELP THESE FAMILY’S OUT UMMMMMMM THEY WERE JUST GOING ABOUT THEIR WORK, YA SEE UMMMMMMMM A CHANCE TO MAKE MONEY AND GO ON BIG HOLIDAYS UMMMMMMM BUT THESE TERRORISTS, CAME AND TOOK IT AWAY UMMMMMMM IT’S TERRIBLE UMMMMMMM IT’S TERRIBLE UMMMMMM IT’S TERRIBLE UMMMMMMMM WE NEED TO HELP THESE FAMILIES, THEY LOST THEIR LOVED ONES UMMMMMMMM JUST FOR DOING THEIR JOBS UMMMMMMMM AND GIVE THESE FAMILIES ANYTHING THAT CAN MAKE THEM SUFFER LESS UMMMMMMMMM LIKE SUPPORT IN FUNERAL ARRANGEMENTS, SO THEY CAN GREAVE WITHOUT WORRIES UMMMMMMMM IT’S TERRIBLE, UMMMMMMM IT’S TERRIBLE UMMMMMMM IT’S TERRIBLE UMMMMMMMM HELP VICTIMS FAMILY, HELP, IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE UMMMMMMMM THIS WAS A TERRIBLE DAY IN PARIS
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
THE BUDDHIST CHANT FOR VICTIM,S OF TERRORIST ATTACK IN PARIS
A ring rests upon a finger where your love has withered and corroded to dust Mine flies like butterflies ascending in the wind. I greave for your emptiness that only fades like your inked waning words.
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
My Love Still Ascends While Yours Is Dust
I crack the lock to the plastic box that holds my broken soul Much like pandora or a dark brown aura, it is lacking a true goal But I search and search for a drive or thirst, to keep me wanting breathe But I can't hold you, or escape the morning dew, so I only call for death Save me please, from the promising breeze, that offers itself to me *** I hate this life, I am filled with strife, and I need purpose desperately As likely as this, an "I do" then a kiss, at my empty tender age That's why I black out and drink, constantly on the brink, of showing my true rage You'll cry and scream, like a memorable dream, in which you see gods face He's filled with disgust, and like a bike chain with rust, hates our stagnant race I call for hope, from the Buddha or pope, but no redemption will be given I am destined to leave, on a day where some will greave, about the short life that hath been liveth Oh this day will come, like the setting of the sun, and I will be free of shame **** her and hate him, any future is grim, and there is only you to blame
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
A Song of You and I