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Post by brook4 on May 9, 2006 17:25:23 GMT -5
This is a poem/will be song that I wrote. Hope you like it. That Sunday [glow=red,2,300]Blood[/glow] Stained Tie ~~ I go along and play with knives only to lose an eye. I smoke the drugs and get hives and eventualy I will die.
The escape is open, I see it right there and yet I turn my back, but why? I run from that eturnal stare and the one that died begins to cry.
Where do I go to smoke some crack the action that makes my savior cry. I go and stab him in the back with that sunday [glow=red,2,300]blood[/glow] stained tie.
I reach the end but have not changed in front of me stands the guy. "Why did you live diranged?" That I respond, "I was told nothing but a lie."
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Post by Solid on May 9, 2006 20:38:02 GMT -5
I like it. I'm kinda curious if there's a little story behind this piece of work...is there?
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Post by brook4 on May 9, 2006 22:02:56 GMT -5
Thanks for responding. I'm glad you liked it. Most of my stuff comes to me late at night before I go to sleep. I guess you could say there is a little bit of myself in this poem. I didn't intend it that way, but now that you mention it I can see a fair amound of my old life in this. before I really came to God. again thanks for saying you like it and any other coments would be great.
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