Growing up in a grave
Was a lot to pave
Starting With a capital H
An ending with a lower case L
Yeah!!
Life was hell
Being raised by Skelton beings
You learn alot when it becomes a things
Inglorious teens
Beating me up with artificial means
Shivering up to a stone
At night when it was well known
Drinking up their remains
Starting through their veins
Before I knew it I was at their brains
Being raised in a grave
Life was sure to knave
Running from the sun
Was sure alot of fun
Before this time
Life was real divine
Why was I left behind?
Submitted: May 07, 2012
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JamesPacheco
Very good. In our time and age it is unpopular to believe and have faith in things such as the Rapture, but nevertheless if one believes in God one has to also believe in the catching away of the church.
Tue, May 8th, 2012 9:30pmAuthor
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yahh that is soo very true. one of my friends read it and she didnt know anything about the rapture
Thu, May 10th, 2012 10:48pm