Monday, September 20, 2010


Another death,
I'm left less
So unrighteous
My stress
Please caress
So righteous
Unlike lifeless
My rest
My chest
I confess
I'm less
I want more
Out the door
Stop the sore
Open the core
Shallow shore
Praise to the lord
I'm trying to score
So I'll go fast forward and rose. . . .

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