you are rediculus.

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**aLl ThAt We SeE oR sEeM .... iS bUt A dReAm WiThEn A dReAm*** ~ Edgar Allen Poe

YO... YOU ON HERE NOW? ROCKIN... WHATS UP.. PEOPLE WILL REPLY IF YOU SUBMIT STUFF AS A DEVIATION RATHER THAN A JOURNAL ENTRY.. THEY HAVE A SECTION FOR POETRY AND PROSE... PEACE... LOVE AND LIGHT
KARIN

In God We Sin


Sounds of war puts you in such a funk
Especially when you can’t stand all that junk
Dark dreams creep deeply, this life has stunk
What is this all about, not so clear to me, tell me again

Something isn’t clear here, looks all dreadful
What is this that isn’t great, tell me one more time
Shake it down again, move here and there, break it down
Make the soul jump about, its your time to shout

Vanishing sensation dissolving inside your motions
Sensually abruptive connection through the soul
Leaving a dead melody in your brain
Picture frame spits out the memories of your life

Smash into a tree, figured I was broken from within
Splendidly sleeping here repairing myself
All I can hear is a sweet voice in my head
So soft its like bathing out under the stars

Cancer snowstorms burning uncontroably
March step by step, line by line, salute to the carnage
High above hugging my lost lover, sniped at, ready to die
Died for my country, I’ve cried to see her again, in my coffin I rest

Backbraking punishment from the President of Hate
Hatred creeps inside the heart of good, evil reigns forever
Sweet power, leads to our hellish hour
Cry out your pain, you’ll be next in line to die

Jesus was in the kitchen making lunch
Now he’s on the battlefield killing a bunch
We are his to die for, betrayed the lord to our graves
Hell is here, we all just haven’t looked hard enough

Put your hands together, pray for your life to die
We’re all next in line to defend the swine, darling I’m not coming home
My brother whom sits next to me will be next and I shall follow behind
Each time a newborn lives, thousand more soldiers are handed Patrotic knives

We die for you, don’t you cry, we are here to die for you
Sit back, enjoy the world that we brought for you
Our History suffers through the historic tribute of defeat
But we can never win, we do it all for our God, In God We Sin

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did u just draw on my crotch?