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"saten" poems
the pope asked me what i really belived in, behind the lies and masks and the effect of saten. you know what i told him? wanna know what i said on that dry summer evenin? i said that my holy book is read by the perfact way your hair looks messy when you just get out of bed, when you call me late at night because our songs stuck inside your head. i worship the way you always say that i know just what you think, ill pray to the way your voice goes low as hell when you talk about true love. the way your eyes make stars appear in all that dreary darkness of...all the rhods we take and lines we cross just to hold echother near. and at the end of this congregation i promise ill see you soon my dear. you give new colors to every flower. evey lemon, every tree. and the colors sparkle only when i hold you close to me, on the red platos of navajo, honey bees makeing a song so much better than the radio, your voice the lead singer and my spirit feels the flow. so yeah i know its a little bit melo-dramadic, a bit manic, co dependent on the way you look at me, whatever you see thats just what i wanna be. babe. and so my soul is saved with every touch from you. preach in the pew about all the times we had at midnight solitary dances running from our taxes living life and death theres nothin left but all that holy love we share. so i told the prest the, minister the bishop and the father and the son and evry single holy ghost who was there, that im in love with this girl and i dont give a **** what you think force me to drink that holy water to set me on that straigh and narrow bath, and i would laugh at all the **** that they belive will work on somone such as me. and THATS how i got excommunicated thankyou
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Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 2:06 PM UTC
Excommunikated
the pope asked me what i really belived in, behind the lies and masks and the effect of saten. you know what i told him? wanna know what i said on that dry summer evenin? i said that my holy book is read by the perfact way your hair looks messy when you just get out of bed, when you call me late at night because our songs stuck inside your head. i worship the way you always say that i know just what you think, ill pray to the way your voice goes low as hell when you talk about true love. the way your eyes make stars appear in all that dreary darkness of...all the rhods we take and lines we cross just to hold echother near. and at the end of this congregation i promise ill see you soon my dear. you give new colors to every flower. evey lemon, every tree. and the colors sparkle only when i hold you close to me, on the red platos of navajo, honey bees makeing a song so much better than the radio, your voice the lead singer and my spirit feels the flow. so yeah i know its a little bit melo-dramadic, a bit manic, co dependent on the way you look at me, whatever you see thats just what i wanna be. babe. and so my soul is saved with every touch from you. preach in the pew about all the times we had at midnight solitary dances running from our taxes living life and death theres nothin left but all that holy love we share. so i told the prest the, minister the bishop and the father and the son and evry single holy ghost who was there, that im in love with this girl and i dont give a **** what you think force me to drink that holy water to set me on that straigh and narrow bath, and i would laugh at all the **** that they belive will work on somone such as me. and THATS how i got excommunicated thankyou
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He says "let's go back to my place" So she follows in strides right behind Her smile illuminates the path they take And she feels like she can do anything by his side She asks "do you love me?" He nods and grins with malice as he touches her face His eyes are as dark as his intentions for the night The still darkness and saten sheets bare witness To her loss of innocence Lying in bed regretting her actions Leaving her feeling empty in her own right She asks "do you love me more now?" Her outstretched arm is met by his indifference He says "please lock the door behind you" His laughter echoes throughout as she leaves in tears At least now she knows He was never worth it
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Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
He Wasn't Worth It
Stop asking if she's fine The words she hears has changed her She has started pushing people away with no respect These people say **** and denie the fact there hurtting her Always had a prombles with relationship did you even know saten used to be an angle Then society changed him to the devil
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Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 12:56 PM UTC
March 26th 2019
they come to haunt me and taunt me making me resent things feeling empty putting thoughts in mind , so sorry! i design this rhyme to pass time, Every time i break down, i feel no chime, quiet like a mime, losing whats truelly mine, is my mind, that i can not find, i feel this pain inside i feel derange and i sometimes, engage   with what in front of me, this saten, is haten, of me cakin, holdin the Jesus piece,no time wastin, just waitin for my time, to exceed the needs of success, im patiently pacin,and pacin yet racin, im late yet early to punch in, im not goin down without a fight with who who ever is lurkin, am im certain the curtain is clossin , im keep spittin and writting my words fighting even if its hopeless, that i will change and it will get alil bit better, with alil bit chedder, ohh this, this otis, gottsa gottsa to be open, and im open, but the world is sooo close, an closen ,and cold and im doing what i been told, years and years im gettin old, i wanna be immortal, enter a portal , everybody knows times goes off course soo, i stay i on lane, doin my thang , flippin paper empty the pain with a  pens by the stains. do you know what its like to be a mystery everybody wanna solve ya, but you wanna a revolva to be history, misery loves company, and im comfort by the honesty, of an oddity, that i wanna be, and i wanna get even, with a these heathens breathin, forever steamin my self esteem is depleatin , replenish me please jesus! i need this , vent, **** everybody who i met, did me wrong the first sec, i regret ,and resent and spent times on something true useless, like the rest...of my heart, torn apart grown to beat and spark, but not ****** in the light so i love to dwellin the dark!!!
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
Verse...#Rap
they come to haunt me and taunt me making me resent things feeling empty putting thoughts in mind , so sorry! i design this rhyme to pass time, Every time i break down, i feel no chime, quiet like a mime, losing whats truelly mine, is my mind, that i can not find, i feel this pain inside i feel derange and i sometimes, engage   with what in front of me, this saten, is haten, of me cakin, holdin the Jesus piece,no time wastin, just waitin for my time, to exceed the needs of success, im patiently pacin,and pacin yet racin, im late yet early to punch in, im not goin down without a fight with who who ever is lurkin, am im certain the curtain is clossin , im keep spittin and writting my words fighting even if its hopeless, that i will change and it will get alil bit better, with alil bit chedder, ohh this, this otis, gottsa gottsa to be open, and im open, but the world is sooo close, an closen ,and cold and im doing what i been told, years and years im gettin old, i wanna be immortal, enter a portal , everybody knows times goes off course soo, i stay i on lane, doin my thang , flippin paper empty the pain with a  pens by the stains. do you know what its like to be a mystery everybody wanna solve ya, but you wanna a revolva to be history, misery loves company, and im comfort by the honesty, of an oddity, that i wanna be, and i wanna get even, with a these heathens breathin, forever steamin my self esteem is depleatin , replenish me please jesus! i need this , vent, **** everybody who i met, did me wrong the first sec, i regret ,and resent and spent times on something true useless, like the rest...of my heart, torn apart grown to beat and spark, but not ****** in the light so i love to dwellin the dark!!!
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the pope asked me what i really believed in, behind the lies and masks and the effect of saten. you know what i told him? wanna know what i said on that dry summer evenin? i said that my holy book is read by the perfect way your hair looks messy when you just get out of bed, when you call me late at night because our songs stuck inside your head. i worship the way you always say that i know just what you think, I'll pray to the way your voice goes low as hell when you talk about true love. the way your eyes make stars appear in all that dreary darkness of...all the roads we take and lines we cross just to hold each other near. and at the end of this congregation i promise i'll see you soon my dear. you give new colors to every flower. evey lemon, every tree. and the colors sparkle only when i hold you close to me, on the red platos of navajo, honey bees making a song so much better than the radio, your voice the lead singer and my spirit feels the flow. so yeah i know it's a little bit melo-dramadic, a bit manic, co dependent on the way you look at me, whatever you see that's just what i wanna be. babe. and so my soul is saved with every touch from you. preach in the pew about all the times we had at midnight solitary dances running from our taxes living life and death there's nothing left but all that holy love we share. so i told the priest the, minister the bishop and the father and the son and every single holy ghost who was there, that i'm in love with this girl and i dont give a **** what you think force me to drink that holy water to set me on that straight and narrow bath, and i would laugh at all the **** that they believe will work on someone such as me. and THAT'S how i got excommunicated thankyou
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Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 12:39 AM UTC
Get Me The Hell Outta Here
the pope asked me what i really believed in, behind the lies and masks and the effect of saten. you know what i told him? wanna know what i said on that dry summer evenin? i said that my holy book is read by the perfect way your hair looks messy when you just get out of bed, when you call me late at night because our songs stuck inside your head. i worship the way you always say that i know just what you think, I'll pray to the way your voice goes low as hell when you talk about true love. the way your eyes make stars appear in all that dreary darkness of...all the roads we take and lines we cross just to hold each other near. and at the end of this congregation i promise i'll see you soon my dear. you give new colors to every flower. evey lemon, every tree. and the colors sparkle only when i hold you close to me, on the red platos of navajo, honey bees making a song so much better than the radio, your voice the lead singer and my spirit feels the flow. so yeah i know it's a little bit melo-dramadic, a bit manic, co dependent on the way you look at me, whatever you see that's just what i wanna be. babe. and so my soul is saved with every touch from you. preach in the pew about all the times we had at midnight solitary dances running from our taxes living life and death there's nothing left but all that holy love we share. so i told the priest the, minister the bishop and the father and the son and every single holy ghost who was there, that i'm in love with this girl and i dont give a **** what you think force me to drink that holy water to set me on that straight and narrow bath, and i would laugh at all the **** that they believe will work on someone such as me. and THAT'S how i got excommunicated thankyou
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