Coming from a poet and a thief
Hanging on the edges of the jaws of defeat
In the shadows of the tallest trees
You sink until you cannot be seen
Into the murk of a cold nightmare
You shudder under the red moon’s stare
In the shade of a willow tree
The darkness around you stretches infinitely
The distortion of your voice
Is laced by spite
The folly of your best choice
Is it right?
The looking glass of your life
Is cracked and blurred
The shadows dance past you
Every word was slurred
Every thought I heard from you
Was borrowed from someone else
You’ve been too long on the inside
Trying so hard to hide from the light
Well now you’ve been exposed
By the thorn of your own rose
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Very nice c:
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Words do my bidding! ....... Sometimes...
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Nothing lasts 4ever except the love of God.
Prayer is NEVER wasted on the lost!
Just b/c you're different doesn't mean He didn't die 4 u.
Don't be different. Be a JESUS FREAK!!
A faith worth living for is a faith worth dying for.
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Words do my bidding! ....... Sometimes...
--
Nothing lasts 4ever except the love of God.
Prayer is NEVER wasted on the lost!
Just b/c you're different doesn't mean He didn't die 4 u.
Don't be different. Be a JESUS FREAK!!
A faith worth living for is a faith worth dying for.
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