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clawdea benat Poems
Oh Hell Thee, Praise You Highest Preache...
i signaled my men come come you're weary eye wipe that tears from your hands the storm will came, all the devils will die
I pay the dime that you spit having me misunderstood for a long time left out in the dark while you are in the light
Stay Inside Of Me
lift my head up to the sky closing my eyes rushing this question for an answer veins keep still as blood flow vigorously
why am I so Emotional?
I hear my cry when the herd of chicken flocked Today I realize that tears that broke my heart My name resumes The other day it went on and on, ,
A Story of a thousand Hopes
Reminiscing every heart of peace I want to get back to that old clock Has something strange that oranges can Its just perceptions of a happy life
Mirror, mirror Oh my mirror!
My beautiful mirror. Wonder, wonderful in the wonderland Come in you will be full of opening encouragement I will give you flower that I took from our garden I will give you comfort then you won't be a mirror no more
I the firm of soldiers Abide the citizens They run away, run away,
I wish to die. begging to be dead. spare my life in a cotillion soldiers very sad and useless life i live to hurt and to feel pain,
I Felt Like Crying RIght NOw
I read a poem today That struck my heart to remember the wrath of love For her, she's no one but heart ache To me I'm stupid and careless
Dont we give UP
I see now the reality we just don't own the weight of this world live up and just be happy
The silence of the wind the moving head of the chicken hungry of the dog in my grandpas's home
take me away from a Distance..
Quoted from itself, disgusted but hasn't busted Its not the color of the flag that had it flood But a mere of individual and informal spirits Its soul is a foul, in the bowl of a doll
Melody of a Throat
Strangers on the east Came from not the least Stood a lightning thunder, I sit in under
the ladder is high go climb for it
the noises on the dimension world when i am quiet at the city disturbed me most and im silent as hell
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Oh Hell Thee, Praise You Highest Preacher On Earth
i signaled my men
come come you're weary eye
wipe that tears from your hands
the storm will came, all the devils will die
come come my oppress children for they make you rugs
i will make them ash
come come oh pitiful beauty of eden
innocent child broken by bandits
may we come what may
my punishments starting to rise
and so stand up and fight this innocence inside of you
be strong, dont fade like me
im dead, nobody cares.
im still living with this side of bright God had make it
realize not because a person dies so her soul too.