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"rath" poems
burn white hot is the silent rath it festers within like a scarlet fire upon evergreen embers trapped in dark irises ashes lost to soft whispers
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Sep 1, 2022
Sep 1, 2022 at 10:16 PM UTC
Burn
Hush now my child,don't say a word Listen to the sounds of the mocking bird. Meek and gentle he does sing, About a tale long before the spring. A tale of anger and love abound,without the gentle streams. A couple young and strong,Under the winters rath The winds did blow harsh and cruel,Which filled their hearts with tears of ice. Now,this tale old but true,begins to come to life. The spring did come again and melted their tears away. Now,listen children cant you hear,The singing of the mocking bird,as it cheers for the couple with the frozen tears. But listen children,cant you hear as the mocking bird,begins to cheer,or could it be a sparrow that fell beneath the couples feet?
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
Mocking Bird
The all attractive mighty- Blue-skinned idol deity, Grasping all suffer and misery Call himself The Hari. Even a leaf can symbol a devotee Being natkhatlal is what Maiyaa worry; His existence is an endless rath, Knowledge is what defines Jagannath. The Lotus-Eyed he is- Lord of Love whom we wish, Charioteer to Arjuna Raas and Kanhaiyya, Together we say- Hari! hari!
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Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 6:10 PM UTC
Hari! Hari!
Oh my, don't cry There'll come a better day Your body looms so high Yet has taken a shade of gray Please don't give in I hear your thundering scream Don't let these demons win Or watch the tears stream Fear is not an option Watching the fire in your eyes A menacing rath which grew Past the cage of these treacherous lies Your power consumes now It rips us all off our feet Begging for mercy is not allowed As howling terror roams the street Deadly flames strike the building sides The world setting ablaze Only in destruction do you feel pride Coating us in your smokey haze Screeching fills the empty homes Wrecking it all, brick by broken brick This feasting power feels all but alone The revolution of a craving lunatic Then there begins the echo As you start to lose your voice The tears sprinkle as it all lets go We know you'll be back-there's no other choice Now I stand amidst the destruction I know the pain, I feel your ache Without mourning, we'll never function These stormy nights are no mistake
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Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 10:59 PM UTC
Fury of a Tempest
saw it coming long before rancid flesh hard to ignore cast away tossed to the wolves among the canis lupus the depraved rule far below a dark network of caves await his knaves patiently plotting and oh so wise for they are destined to pose as sheep in disguise
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
tsara'rath
come with thee, into black, forget thy purpose, remember thy lack, scour in loneliness , unforgiving winds, lose thy dreams, and sensation in thy limbs. thou shalt not sleep as thou recall all of thy sin, f'r its the strongest curse in all ye' land, not the black death, n'r thy's measles, rath'r its depression, the sickness of thy people, f'r a man hath nay choice but to give in, as he hang beneath the churches steeple, he pens a letter about the illness, warning thy people, as he explains it'll nev'r defer you will nev'r be able to feel again, as im damn'd to announce there is nay cure.
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Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
Man's Oldest Curse
What keeps me happy makes me happy, can get me blue than slaps me, lastly aske me, What happened at sea? Connecting closer and closer to you and you, it's easy to lost sight of the light that's brought you to, walking through the valley of doom, with a capital V for vicious, vastly, and the various moon; I was swept to my back by the scariest broom, left breathless, meat of my body unstressed and stretch less for the world to consume. Woken up my throats choken up from all this rough spoken stuff, though none was really spoken to me but rath spoken through me, while thinking I'm being consumed when I was only consuming. Earth - yes I get a bit gloomy and ********** sue me! But all you'll get is what I've given to ya, the beauty of the moon, sun, land and the blue sea.
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Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 12:05 PM UTC
closing further
I wander down that same path The path I walked to you Not knowing the coming rath I'm walking again without you I'm stuck in a crowded place With so many faces to make out The only thing not in sight is your face Making it harder for me to go about You dream to me, almost every night With sweet kisses to navigate In the morning light I lose sight Something for me to validate Others begin to approach me Questioning me about things I do not want to answer and they can see The hesitation the question brings Free me of everything we had But hold to everything we were Wait. No, hold on to me I want everything that was and to be everything we were
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Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 11:50 AM UTC
Everything We Were
Wide awake in a room swallowed by darkness, my body is cloaked with the haunting grasps of a memory. A recognition of a bruise, though the damage is spectral, the revival of the thought hurts my corporal vessel. Causing apparitions of a dark figure, slowly emerging to my body. trying to hold me as it envelops its ghastly form. It whispers words that took long to forget, blurring my mind as images conspire around me, rebirthed in the flames in which i burned them to death. Slowly, i weaken until i am fully constricted, giving in to the thought, to the figure, to the memory. Falling asleep. Tt trying to st ay awak e   but i  d rath errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr fall asleep             t haan to be haunted   for  theeeerest of the nig h  t                                     .
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Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 8:25 AM UTC
Haunting
It was dead of winter, the air, silent and cold Layers of fresh snow falling, stacking on the old I was completely frozen and felt so alone I didn't realize how long i'd be waiting on my own Then, in a dark shadow something caught my eye I saw a warm smile, on which I felt I could rely You knew to approach me slowly, so I wouldn't be scared away For the first time in a long time I was seeing the light of day You gently reached for my arm to guide me on my way I felt your warm blooded skins touch through my every vein You paused for a moment and I was confused You said to close my eyes there was one thing you had to do I felt you place something around my wrist I was so immersed in the warm touch I barely noticed it Although there was nothing to see, it felt thin like string Oh well, never mind I thought, lets see what this journey may bring So we walked and walked and laughed until the spring Our laughter harmonized with the birds as they started to sing We walked side by side, so closely but never crossed paths I would've felt more whole being your other half When it got dark at night you lit the path for me I didn't know how important a stranger could one day be One day it rained and I turned to you When I saw you were the cloud, I didn't know what to do I thought it's simple, it must be me I must just attract these type of things The rain cleared and you were there We were still walking I just didn't know where After every storm i'd drift slightly away to avoid the rath Its hard to go far though when you feel like you're missing half I tried to get the storms to stop, but you always had a reason You had an explanation for why it had to rain in every season It was understandable, easy to accept and believe What was my other choice I wasn't going to leave One day it rained so hard I fell I didn't feel the pain entranced by the rain's somber smell The pain lasted, as did the rain I could barely catch my breath or stay sane I knew it once and for all I had to step away I could see in the distance the dawn of a new day But when I started to walk away, I couldn't really leave There was a string attached to you, bound to my sleeve It was sewn on so tight, there was no space to see I knew if I were to cut it off, it would cut a little of me But I realized wounds heal, it's okay to bleed Sometimes If you feel like you can't be free, freedom is what you need
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC
The Ides of Winter
It was dead of winter, the air, silent and cold Layers of fresh snow falling, stacking on the old I was completely frozen and felt so alone I didn't realize how long i'd be waiting on my own Then, in a dark shadow something caught my eye I saw a warm smile, on which I felt I could rely You knew to approach me slowly, so I wouldn't be scared away For the first time in a long time I was seeing the light of day You gently reached for my arm to guide me on my way I felt your warm blooded skins touch through my every vein You paused for a moment and I was confused You said to close my eyes there was one thing you had to do I felt you place something around my wrist I was so immersed in the warm touch I barely noticed it Although there was nothing to see, it felt thin like string Oh well, never mind I thought, lets see what this journey may bring So we walked and walked and laughed until the spring Our laughter harmonized with the birds as they started to sing We walked side by side, so closely but never crossed paths I would've felt more whole being your other half When it got dark at night you lit the path for me I didn't know how important a stranger could one day be One day it rained and I turned to you When I saw you were the cloud, I didn't know what to do I thought it's simple, it must be me I must just attract these type of things The rain cleared and you were there We were still walking I just didn't know where After every storm i'd drift slightly away to avoid the rath Its hard to go far though when you feel like you're missing half I tried to get the storms to stop, but you always had a reason You had an explanation for why it had to rain in every season It was understandable, easy to accept and believe What was my other choice I wasn't going to leave One day it rained so hard I fell I didn't feel the pain entranced by the rain's somber smell The pain lasted, as did the rain I could barely catch my breath or stay sane I knew it once and for all I had to step away I could see in the distance the dawn of a new day But when I started to walk away, I couldn't really leave There was a string attached to you, bound to my sleeve It was sewn on so tight, there was no space to see I knew if I were to cut it off, it would cut a little of me But I realized wounds heal, it's okay to bleed Sometimes If you feel like you can't be free, freedom is what you need
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We were on vacation It was a warm July night You burst through the door in a drunken rage Slurring your words of anger And then you hit her And you hit her And you hit her Over And over And over again And I watched And I watched And I watched I did nothing I watched the life fade from her face I watched the light in her eyes burn out I watched the tears pour down her face And I did nothing I watched her body curl up like a helpless child I watched as her lips pleaded with you I watched as you bruised her body black and blue And I did nothing I watched her kick and flail in desperation I watched you grip her wrists so tight I thought they'd break in half like twigs I watched as you yelled that she was worthless and out of control (ironic, really) And I did nothing I watched as your fists finally grew tired I watched her run upstairs to escape your rath I watched as she rocked herself to sleep, balling her eyes out, broke down and depleted And I did nothing.
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Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 1:07 PM UTC
I did nothing
I walk these halls and bitter cold rooms With nothing but the thought of you And sometimes I begin to wonder If you did the things, I ponder. Did you hurt a person badly? Did you hurt a person, sadly- I cannot stop these from coming- Soon begin to fear the following. Will we last a lifetime like we said? As we lie down far away in bed. Nothing goes down, nothing went wrong, You stay polite as I think of this song. How did I choose you? My thoughts begin to shrink; Nothing in my mind will go in sink- And now I'm scared, a rhythm plays, A song I know too well and still I stay. I love the way to talk to me, The words you say the way you speak, And still I wonder why I think of it, You say it's okay, and we both just sit. We're quieter than what we were before, Because I think of deception and of her. The lies you say she told to them, The lies you say, they still condemn- And now I start to cry and hold a tear, A tear that falls along beside my fear; Of you I try to trust your word, your voice, But the more I look, the better choice: Is this all an act, a ***** game? Upon a heart of darkness littered pain? Am I in love, am I in Hell? I feel insane, A story tell, about a long and ruined road, A road I walk with me alone. I say I love you, I say I do, Questioning my reality too- Holding your name way up high, Should I really? Or should I, Just say the truth and end the lies? Before we die, before we die... I want you gone, I need you still, Just say my thoughts, I have the pills- I love you, love you more than life! For this is true I take my knife, Hold it to my throat and sigh, I love you, and to this goodnight. I need you dead, I need you dead, I see you in the mirror little tear I shed, Am I dead? God am I dead?! Is this hell, my Hell just as they said?! This consant feeling of lifelessness, I want it gone, need it to end! I need me to be okay but the more I talk there is just more pain! Condeming myself, holding myself accountable, For things I didn't do I am not responsible! And the feeling of guilt corresses my cheek, I did nothing hear the words I speak! It's all my fault I say to me, I blame myself for I decieve, Myself and only me, I know my pain it will not leave! A poem speaks the rath of me, The rath of me, myself and greed, It is something I do not behold, I show my kindness to the world! And still I talk so mean about myself, The thoughts I speak hang of my shelf. They ask why I speak badly of me, Do they not know what I see? I am crazy I am sick, Twisted in the mind I knit, A woven scarf that I hang by, A piece of thread to watch the light die. A needle in my heart and lungs, Pins and scissors scar the memories of fun! Oh I am not normal I scream aloud When no one else is near, around. I narrate life in third person too. And still these thoughts were ceased by you.
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Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 9:31 PM UTC
Three
I walk these halls and bitter cold rooms With nothing but the thought of you And sometimes I begin to wonder If you did the things, I ponder. Did you hurt a person badly? Did you hurt a person, sadly- I cannot stop these from coming- Soon begin to fear the following. Will we last a lifetime like we said? As we lie down far away in bed. Nothing goes down, nothing went wrong, You stay polite as I think of this song. How did I choose you? My thoughts begin to shrink; Nothing in my mind will go in sink- And now I'm scared, a rhythm plays, A song I know too well and still I stay. I love the way to talk to me, The words you say the way you speak, And still I wonder why I think of it, You say it's okay, and we both just sit. We're quieter than what we were before, Because I think of deception and of her. The lies you say she told to them, The lies you say, they still condemn- And now I start to cry and hold a tear, A tear that falls along beside my fear; Of you I try to trust your word, your voice, But the more I look, the better choice: Is this all an act, a ***** game? Upon a heart of darkness littered pain? Am I in love, am I in Hell? I feel insane, A story tell, about a long and ruined road, A road I walk with me alone. I say I love you, I say I do, Questioning my reality too- Holding your name way up high, Should I really? Or should I, Just say the truth and end the lies? Before we die, before we die... I want you gone, I need you still, Just say my thoughts, I have the pills- I love you, love you more than life! For this is true I take my knife, Hold it to my throat and sigh, I love you, and to this goodnight. I need you dead, I need you dead, I see you in the mirror little tear I shed, Am I dead? God am I dead?! Is this hell, my Hell just as they said?! This consant feeling of lifelessness, I want it gone, need it to end! I need me to be okay but the more I talk there is just more pain! Condeming myself, holding myself accountable, For things I didn't do I am not responsible! And the feeling of guilt corresses my cheek, I did nothing hear the words I speak! It's all my fault I say to me, I blame myself for I decieve, Myself and only me, I know my pain it will not leave! A poem speaks the rath of me, The rath of me, myself and greed, It is something I do not behold, I show my kindness to the world! And still I talk so mean about myself, The thoughts I speak hang of my shelf. They ask why I speak badly of me, Do they not know what I see? I am crazy I am sick, Twisted in the mind I knit, A woven scarf that I hang by, A piece of thread to watch the light die. A needle in my heart and lungs, Pins and scissors scar the memories of fun! Oh I am not normal I scream aloud When no one else is near, around. I narrate life in third person too. And still these thoughts were ceased by you.
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they all suround me calling me a villan a freak a deamon a monster just because how i act my personality my insaneity and i realize if they waunt a moster ill give it to them ill unleash my rath just because they waunt a villan but i realize that villans dont get happy endings but no matter what i do IM A MONSTER
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
MONSTER
I am What I Am, but I don't Always Want to Be me. Even When I Know I Should be True to What I Know is Me, I Still find A way To av- -oid be- -ing me. In the Simple Hope that Perhaps Being Someone Else will Make it Easi- -er to Cope with For me And ev- -ryone Else who Knows me. Or rath- -er knows The per- -son they Call me.
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
Idiot
I guess I'm at a point where it's hard to accept the fact that these facts aren't always facts, something like a trap in an acid bath. We all feel the rath but refuse to do the math, with no plan of attack to give more than we lack. Our world is a black cat, and we still blame it all on bad luck. How many times have we said that this life just simply isn't enough? I guess there's simplicity in giving up, and that specifically stems from a gut of empty authenticity. We ARE electricity, but instead of honing in on ourselves, we fixate on the T.V. screen. It makes me want to scream, honestly. I'm so sick of the mean hearted schemes that are believed to be what we "need". The generation of children that don't even know what it means to claim how they want to be seen. We lack ownership. To be real is to keep your soul clean in a ***** room, to bloom through all of this rain and the gloom, to never doom another person, because you have never walked in their shoes. You dive in the chemically toxic pool, and drown others for being "thirsty". I think we are all parched for some mercy on this journey. We cannot demand perfection when we, ourselves, could never be worthy. I guess I'm just in a hurry to correct a vision that remains so blurry. I guess I'm in a vortex of complex rejects who think it's best to neglect the steps to reach an untouched depth. Hold your respect, I am not done yet. I guess this life runs through my pen. I might run out of ink before I reach the end, because I feel myself talking to these lines like they're my only friends. I guess I'm saying that I think people pretend because they don't know how to ascend beyond energies that only suspend. If I could lend you peace of mind, I would crack my veins all over these lines, seal it in an envelope, and you could read behind my eyes. I guess you would be surprised that sometimes these words only flow like water because I cry at the sight of the world's demise. - L.G.
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC
I Guess...
I guess I'm at a point where it's hard to accept the fact that these facts aren't always facts, something like a trap in an acid bath. We all feel the rath but refuse to do the math, with no plan of attack to give more than we lack. Our world is a black cat, and we still blame it all on bad luck. How many times have we said that this life just simply isn't enough? I guess there's simplicity in giving up, and that specifically stems from a gut of empty authenticity. We ARE electricity, but instead of honing in on ourselves, we fixate on the T.V. screen. It makes me want to scream, honestly. I'm so sick of the mean hearted schemes that are believed to be what we "need". The generation of children that don't even know what it means to claim how they want to be seen. We lack ownership. To be real is to keep your soul clean in a ***** room, to bloom through all of this rain and the gloom, to never doom another person, because you have never walked in their shoes. You dive in the chemically toxic pool, and drown others for being "thirsty". I think we are all parched for some mercy on this journey. We cannot demand perfection when we, ourselves, could never be worthy. I guess I'm just in a hurry to correct a vision that remains so blurry. I guess I'm in a vortex of complex rejects who think it's best to neglect the steps to reach an untouched depth. Hold your respect, I am not done yet. I guess this life runs through my pen. I might run out of ink before I reach the end, because I feel myself talking to these lines like they're my only friends. I guess I'm saying that I think people pretend because they don't know how to ascend beyond energies that only suspend. If I could lend you peace of mind, I would crack my veins all over these lines, seal it in an envelope, and you could read behind my eyes. I guess you would be surprised that sometimes these words only flow like water because I cry at the sight of the world's demise. - L.G.
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Fever When sickness strikes the Land, people try to run. But, like a shackle like a band, it has trapped and it has won. It sweeps in at a hot hour and tries to ruin everything in its path. With destruction it shows its power and brings its deadly rath When you start to ache, and yellow floods your eyes, you know you can not wait to say your last goodbyes. But don't lose hope now, there is still life, And fight the pain of the fevers sharp knife. Hope is real Philadelphia, because you are now free, from the chains of the yellow fever in 1793. ~Trinity Monks
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 6:01 PM UTC
Fever
an exorcism for breakfast spoon feed your children with the rath of god shove your views down the throats of the seeds you planted teach them not to think to live in a path god choose for them
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
you have the free will, to not have a choice
I am day and night With you through dark and light Unchanging. Unnmovable There is none like me However no rarity For I am everywhere Can't see me, can't touch me Yet I'm closer to you than anything has ever been But you keep me at distance As you sleep I stay As you wake I stay I speak and it is I think and it is done You take, I give Even as a flower dries in the sun You can fade like the cloud covered moon I give life and I take life As easily as it is, it was Blink once And I can seen a million lifetimes I bless and curse I sow, I reap I am peace and rath I am known and imfamous I am loud and soft I am your safety and your fear I am past and future I am begining and end I am alive, but I was not born.
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Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 12:06 PM UTC
A&O
When I only live in my past When my future is unknown When my present is unshown When my life path Is buried with stones When im so uncertain What I'm supposed to be I just do what i know Do what i've seen Only staying here Because i don't know how to die Only doing what ive seen And surrounded by people alive Wishing I left Knowing im a mess With so much stress And no rest It's a pain to live It's like im consistently getting hit Unable to get up From this never ending hole I'm staying alive But i don't know my role I look in the mirror And don't know what ive become So much hate Not enough love And one day I realize all this stuff I realize I've had enough And hold the knife In the hands of mine But I can't make the move Because I see my mamas eyes And I drop the knife And realize I have to survive For my young ones life's Because they did the same for mine So another day I stay alive Another day of pain Another night of cry An another day I try To find the hope And the rope That'll get me out Of the never ending hole And realizing its about time To put my life on forward An off of rewind And put on that smile Even if its fake No one will know the difference Because no ones been through the same I move the stones Sent from devin find my future leave behind my past Show my rath Because I do what I need And not what I've seen
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Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 11:07 PM UTC
My role?
If we continue picking the scab of the Earth- she'll release a defense that will make COVID-19 feel - like a case of the sniffles ...
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Dec 16, 2022
Dec 16, 2022 at 8:14 PM UTC
Mothers Rath .....
Outside clouds of smoke escape from his perfectly chapped lips, regret sits with the cigarette **** he holds too tightly in his finger tips. Screaming and justifications make the last page write longer, Just a few more paragraphs even if they are purely somber. Just stay right here with me and live in the entire complication of us, My tears have left his once crimson heart tainted with rust. I didn't mean to stain you with the black secrets that fill the smallest cracks in my lungs, I didn't mean to say I hate you when I only loved you but sometimes my heart speaks in tongues. Steal my breath please suffocate me,                      Can you please,   or am I too demanding? I'm sincerely sorry lovely,                       I'm close to terrified, Though we're almost over with each inhale my love for you is only expanding. Just stay please dear god I'll be the warm air and you be the cold, They will talk of how we were the perfect disaster and I'll form to your mold. A natural disaster that took out every shutter and nail in its path, No one saw it coming but they'll all see our rath. This is the end and I just want to drown my whole soul in it, I crave your kisses all night and so patiently during all hours I sit. I am indefensibly in love with you its true, But i didn't mind I swear it was an honor to be hurt by you.
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Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 4:04 AM UTC
scatter brain kind of love
From each day that dawns and melts into dark on this spinning ball we all make our mark, I give Thanks For each day in my life in which I ‘ve been blessed, bones from my bones and flesh of my flesh, I give Thanks For the journey I walk in which I know not the path. with all of its love and all of its rath, I give Thanks From each day that dawns and melts into dark for family and friends, inspiration that sparks, I give Thanks
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
I Give Thanks
Realize eminem was lust but Kim has it.. Lock down.. on a love madness... Hell thats sad practice... If sad meant immaculate gravity Of happiness...between a mad man And a divine enchantress... So I grab.. james mckokis And transition... Into woman from a bad habit... Practically a man click With a bad **** Definition... claps the light in Darkness of Sandberg Time of sand between two Sand hands shift... My mom is spacial cosmic passion Its wise to grab your chance And he... Andy... sand man... sand berg Has the last word.... Is it dog or dmx I love or is ******* dog **** become my tragic matter turned to bad word... *** im rath rapture In the last saturated hand of black dirt... Before I bless half earth With magnetic aura... Poring black dirt Through ashes in a Moira... Sanctum My God will be the last verse Last word The son asks never the rapture
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Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 6:41 PM UTC
Dog ****