Abomination by Chris newlash

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Abomination

The Bible tells me I'm an abomination.
Sent to hell to my damnation.
Never tried to restist temptation.
Bleeding is the sensation.

I better not be late.
Slowly for my death I will wait.
Burning forever is my fate.
My eyes are filled with hate.

Now I'm here and it's not so bad.
Thinking about it used to make me mad.
Remembering you just makes me sad.
Wanting the life that I once had.

Chris newlash

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Edwin Baldwin (9/7/2008 12:30:00 PM)
reading between the lines...no true angel would send you there

John Tiong Chunghoo (9/7/2008 12:13:00 PM)
poetry i am sure is therapeutic. you can let go of all, heaven and hell at one go.

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Chris newlash (19-45-1900 / peeweeville alaska)