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| A Murder Remembered
Shadows of the night embrace the child's mind. Visions of death surround him. He stands there, gun in hand. What has he done? Blood trickles from the mouth; Drips onto the macadam beneath Where the body lays Motionless and still. All is silent and dull. What's done is done And forever shall be remembered. | | |
| My Mistakes
Sitting here contemplating
For right now I’m still waiting
Waiting for life to change
It’s still the same
Can’t complain
That I’m still sane
For the lives I’ve touched
I’ve died within
Died with honor
But died with sin
You can’t change the past
The future waits
Take your time
And make no mistakes
I’ve made too many
And I lay right here
Full of sin
And full of fear
The time has dawned
The light shines on me
Try to hide
But cannot flee
You try to help
I push away
From all this hell
I cannot stay
With one last word
I push it out
I try to scream
I try to shout
Don’t try and run
From your mistakes
Take them head on
And for life, embrace | | |
| Freedom of Freidnship
Freinds keep secrets. They tell no lies. They're always there for you when needed. If all this is true, then what's wrong with you. Tell all my secrets, destroy my will. Nothing's left of me. Nothing, but pain and fury. The pain from my hope's being ripped to shreads by what you call "friendship". Enough is enough, I've had my share. All happens for a reason, but watch out for those so called reasons because they, themselve shall engulf you in misery. Freindship...is dead. | | |
| Spring Love
The wonderous warmth of spring is here. It surrounds us like a soft, tepid blanket. The birds are singing out sorrow's past. It is like a lullaby to the ear. Still all who encounters this joyous time, still have that undenying wish, that love shall soon strike. Be it now, near, or far into the future, we all wish to have that comforting feeling that spring gives to us. Could all this be the kindness and warmth of spring...or could this be love? | | |
| Jurisdiction
For the nights' shadows, let the dark walk the earth. For all that have sinned or have done wrong to one another. Let them be drug to the underworld, to the deep fiery pits, unless asked for forgiveness. Only then shall you be put before the jury. Wise decisions to be made from men with great power. They are the ones predicting your will. You have lost the right of decision awhile ago, and may never gain it back. If fate be on your side then you shall be saved. If not, your life will be cruel and painful for eternity and never have the chance to be saved once again. | | |
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