I see that you cannot not believe,
That I am something beyond what you see,
You want me to look at myself,
AS though I am nothing,
But my strengths are more than something,
That comes at night and is gone by day,
AS you play the harp of creation,
I hope that you can look beyond a situation,
Of ultimate demise,
Truth never lies as we say our goodbyes,
I sigh, at the thouht of a bloody sunday,
ONe day we will all fly away,
TO the place that God has prepared for us,
Gods Hand is upon this day,
THe heavens are open and I will not sway,
Away form the God I worship,
False gods are your surprise,
But I will not bow before your lies.
Mc Oakley@Equadox "Survival of the Wittyest"
Mc Oakley@Equadox "Survival of the Wittyest"
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Amen but he's puking... whatever...
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