Isaac Helms

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Your Reality Is Bound For Hell - Poem by Isaac Helms

Your reality is bound for hell
Pennies thrown into the wishing well
A battered and broken heart
Smile as you tare me apart
Wait for the moment of death
Here it comes, take my last breath

Rich wonder flaunting their wealth
Poor lie in misery completely in bad health
Taste that sour yet so sweet
Alone on the battle field, nothing to defeat
Your wish is my command
I bring you your promise land

We have come to the great hall
Put our hand against the wall
Hear there cries and screams
Nightmares haunt hopeful dreams
There is nothing I can do
Yet I am not completely over you


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 10, 2006


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