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Poetry By: Menice
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Why tell me what delirium is meant to be

We age with time, in what dreams do we believe

Hope for today was almost scary, on the contrary, flocks of my sheep are dieing

So what good Shepperd's gives up trying

They told me to go to sleep, and Jesus Christ would wash my feet

Slip and sin, we are all so different

Hold your own and bathe with the reveren

Drowning benith our lady peace, she's the one who was screaming at me

Rick was just to young to go

Anger, on anger, don't let go

I pray to you a silent protest

Seek not to find whats wrong, I only wish my god was strong

Stronger than life's screwed up past, all and all god has to lauff

Fuck passion, life, and harmony

All I crave is extacey

No more violence, or passive crap, I lost my mined and that is that

I pushed and pulled my weight up high, the others watched me exersize

Death comes to those who wait, im tired of losing to this slow escape

Take my spirit and my life, nothings worth this pain inside

I weep for those we loved the most, never mined the others wont

God doesn't care, and if he did, where would you find him, I doubt in hear

I sought serenity and a new life, it only got harder and harder to fight

Why take them, and who is next, who will cry and live with regrets

Our lives are fragile until there gone, death is patient and overlong

Hold me back, then hold me close, sacred words are prayed the most

Mosses parted the red seas, the burning bush I failed to see

Past tense is the future we talk about, no one among us has figured this out

Tommaro's a fare cry for you, go talk two the others like you always do

Change is rare, like common sense.




Submitted:Aug 20, 2007    Reads: 176    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Tell me what delirium really means?

We age with time, do we age though dreams?

Hope for today was almost scary, on the contrary, flocks of my sheep are dieing

So what good Shepperd's gives up trying

They told me to go to sleep, and Jesus Christ would wash my feet

Slip and sin, we are all so different

Hold your own and bathe with the reveren

Drowning benith our lady peace, she's the one who was screaming at me

Rick was just to young to go

Anger, on anger, won't let it, NO!

I pray to you a silent protest

I Seek not to find your wrong, I only wish my god was strong

Stronger than life's screwed up past, all and all god has a good laugh

Fuck passion, life, and harmony

All I crave is extacey

No more violence, or passive crap, I lost my mined and that is that

I pushed and pulled my weight up high, the others watched me exersize

Death comes to those who wait, im tired of losing to this slow escape

Take my spirit and my life, nothings worth this pain inside

I weep for those we loved the most, never mined the others won't

God doesn't care, and if he did, where would you find him? Where

I sought serenity and a new life, it only got harder and harder to fight

Why take them, and who is next, who will cry, and live with regrets

Our lives are fragile until there gone, death is patient an empty song

Hold me back, then hold me close, sacred words are prayed the most

Mosses parted the red seas, the burning bush I failed to see

Past tense is the future we can talk about, no one among us has figured this out

Tommaro's a fare cry for you, go talk too the others like you always do

Change is rare, like common sense.

If I could do it,

and had one last chance

To sing "Amazing Grace", is my dieing wish.

The pieace of the puzzel needed to heal my spirit.





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