sectioned off, cut in half
torn apart, pulled away
living life, day to day
vicious, sadistic
corrupted, and unclean
simply cruel, simply mean
born like this, no
made into this, yes
take one.. wild..guess
you, you did this
you, and your ways
it's the way, that you were raised
grown to change
created to convertt
with only one blurt
you get in the minds
deep in there
a ravage bear
to cause commotion
that's your job
you make it throb
it's an icepick, in the heart
a knife in the back
you're stuffed in the sack
caught, for good
to be made new
into someone not you
never to go back
you're stuck in your mind
controlled, and confined
this wont stop
until we force it to
it's not up to me, it's only up to you
can you do it
can and will you win
can you show them, all their sin
it takes only one shot
then you're done
I'll be waiting here, to see if you won
Monday, January 14, 2008
Their Sins
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1 comment:
ahem...i write a few poems too.
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check it out, check it out.
oh, yeah, your poems are incredibly wonderful.
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