Untitled Poem by Irene Siler
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the crows of hell are blacker then the night sky. They do the bidding of their master Satan. I don't want to submit to satan but sometimes I do. All I want is freedom from my chains. The crows are my guards but I have to fight. I HAVE TO FIGHT. God is my king and master. I get weaker and weaker but i know I have to fight. FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT.
Monday, July 20, 2009
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