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Zac Alviz Feb 2014
We do things we know that can harm us,
Ideas we foresee while sitting on the bus.
Foreshadowed the future hoping it might change,
At the end of december only Him can arrange.
Zac Alviz Apr 2014
I looked at the calendar,
Two red dates are not too far.
I wonder what makes it red,
I remember, Blood had shed.

The last words is not the last,
We were babbling way too fast.
You know you were not alone,
As I kneel down down your throne.
Zac Alviz Oct 2014
Rooty to Quay I leave at 8:30.
At 7:30 I had my breakky.

People are rushing, I am chilling.
I am seating, they're standing.  

Hello howr you?, I'm good thank you.
These are the words that will meet you.

Arrived at 10, a big show will happen. Staff are even, waffles will be given.

Quay to Rooty I leave at 9:30.
At 11:30, I sent a "nightie."
Zac Alviz Jan 2014
As I touch the circle button,
pressing letters searching unknown.
From the white box words came out,
I find my self an all new sprout.
Zac Alviz Jan 2014
In three months time I have to leave,
thinking the reasons I should believe.
Four pure hearts waiting to receive,
it won't be long we will succeed.

— The End —