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Post by prodigypaulk on Jan 30, 2008 0:41:38 GMT -5
Imagine your life through the eyes of the child whom bears pain, The beginning that never ends, and a sky that only rains. Anguish, in which may come, and come again, And a life full of blasphemy and sin. The hands of time sped ahead past vivid tranquility, Merely to leave you with a burden of forever, Forever lost in the abyss of passionate desire. It’s hard to emit happiness walking through the fire. Our thoughts mirror a life absent of disillusionment, A paradise that seemingly only exist in our dreams, Or so it seems…so ludicrous, and impossible to obtain. A soul latent from a dark desire, yearning for redemption, But the infatuation for blissful results revealed the hurt within. Our tears flow, silent, yet louder than words can speak, Does praying to God enrich us with what may appear bleak? A blank canvas craving the serene stroke of an artist, Caressing the delicate future, painting still thoughts. However, life does not succeed so cut and dry, We cry, we sigh, close our eyes, and we die. Life is an instrument, full of mystery, and obscurity, And our doubts are the foundation of the Devils forgery. Yet trials and tribulations are testimony to our strength, The retribution of a child in this world whom bears pain.
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Post by drzeke on Feb 2, 2008 16:07:59 GMT -5
Nice, it's just like the other one. I feel it. It's good, it has a soul to it that's all to real around us.
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