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Post by prodigypaulk on Aug 21, 2007 15:42:13 GMT -5
The hatred flowing through the blood, Kills the good that dwells inside. The eyes bloodshot from murderous ways, For days it caused the soul to die. The gunshots and the blood paint the concrete, For death seeks to leak into the weak. Unable to see bliss as existent, Seems to make this living bleak. A nine through the eyes seems like trouble, Yet this is a daily step, the daily fight. For breath cannot be valued twice, For once it’s gone its gone for life. Close the eyes and see nothing but pain, It’s still crazy, for we in Hell already. The heart beats slow and steady, With death stalking every step the breath is heavy. And when every step harnesses death, It seems we cherish every breath. Yet, when we’re not aware of this, Our life is merely something less. The pain in one’s life reveals harsh tools, But tools spawned to help us survive. Absorbed in living invulnerable, It seems sooner we lose our life.
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