patrick rich Poems

When he swings his axe
his enemies fall
when he swings his axe
they hear the call.
...

It's here again, there's no stopping it now
It's in my blood, begging to be let out
You brought this out of me, so you'll be the first
To die by my hand, from this wretched curse.
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When you touch me
if fades away
my rage from
this shadey day.
...

I saw you today
for the very first time
with you sexy curves
and your beautiful eyes.
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What is the point
of living my life
when I feel so lost
when I feel so alone.
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This power I feel
building inside
comes from you
and what you tried.
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