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God Smiled

Summon the gods, laugh out loud
Let it rot and make mother proud
I've been shot and I fell to the ground
Leave me in this grave I buried for us
I wonder into hate, I will I must
I turn to fate but it is dust
A kinder normen bates, Let it dry Let it rust
Driven beneath the frail moon
Gothic paradise has me soon
Hover over Jesus’ bed

Let him sleep, leave me dead
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jennifer hall 20 February 2007

great poem it's wonderful keep up the good work

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