Atheist Saint
Crazed Fan
Poetic Terrorist
Blending the 21'st centrury with hate
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Post by Atheist Saint on May 20, 2006 14:28:13 GMT -5
Here I am again Head down, walking in the rain An endless field of grass on the left An endless field of grass on the right And in the middle A dirt path where my past once was
The mud on the path that sticks out Sticks out like a rose in winter Will engulf any passerby in seconds Sinking them to the bowels of Lucifer Where my past now is The devil's pet
I shall pay no attention to the grass Mournful in its weaving Mourning the past it one held Held in caring arms feeding it with beauty Until the day the rain came crashing down
I step into a mud gathering Closing my eyes to the grey skies above Opening them again to the drab dirt Falling into a boiling pool of magma Burning, scorching, screaming in pain But rejoined with my treasured past.
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