a poem
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a blank stare on my face as i sit and stare into space, my mind feels like a waste of space sitting in my skull, the money i've chased, the miles ive paced seem like nothing when im staring into your face. blood on my knuckles, blood on my knees, probably from crawling around begging you please, ive turned to you for the devil had nothing new. the lives youve took and the lies youve spoke, have me in rage ready to engage in spiritual warfare. afew more years and ill be in place no longer staring into this emptey space.
this is a poem i wrote. its just about me turning to christianity, if you want i can break it down for you, ive been told my poems are hard to inerpret
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"i asked the good lord why and sighed, he told me we live to die"
"im running and doging caps till the day i see jehova"
"only time will tell who dies, these are the day's of our lives"
"come into my world and you can see that we are more than thugs"
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