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08-27-2006, 11:40 PM | #1 (permalink) |
Groupie
Join Date: Jul 2006
Posts: 24
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Poem, :O
Eh, i actually did it for world history, but oh well, i cant sleep, so ima post it...
Fire With a barrel to his head, nerves busted A hand me down of the god of war One last wasted breath on one last wasted thought As tainted peace falls over light Lost in a state of fear, surfacing haze Straining trigger finger, ripped serenity Blood shot eyes of a killer Feelings of faith befallen Shadowed witness, stricken with guilt Finding peace in passive torture Never did he lift a finger The prick of truth stings Searching for the ticket to heaven Finding an expressway to hell All the while wanting an answer This is the fire
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My father was a haystack man, always said son go find what you can. Said the guns get jammed up in the sand, don't let them try to fool you. I said but daddy we ain't fightin' the Cong no more. He said you're going over there to lose the very same war. I said nothin' you can do is gonna make me stay, Gotta let others have their glory day. ~State Radio |
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