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Post by The Brutal Immortal on Jul 27, 2008 21:23:50 GMT -6
You fall to your knees and grace His name, Your words are always just the same, Just another pose for Mom and Dad, To you prayer is just another fad...
Do you think your parents would be proud? What if they saw what's beyond your shroud? Just give them a glimpse of your thoughts in the pew, Then they'll see just how well they know you...
You listen to them preach of Heaven and Hell, About how to make it, an how easy to fail, You can't see the point of living like that, Having no fun, walking other's path...
When will you see Satan has your heart? That you're breathing, but He's playing your part? You gave into shadows, your heart locked in doubt, Your family enters Heaven, but you're locked without...
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Post by QueenPaige4 on Aug 25, 2008 20:31:27 GMT -6
wow, I feel that way with my friends. Great poem. I love your writing.
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