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"Ecstasy" |
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Your sins are sweet breads on wich i will feed i wont give the pitty in wich your soul needs, Your pitiful soul the angles can not save the only prayer uttered will be at your grave. Connie A. |
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"Life" |
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If ignorance is a pool in which larva feed, I will not swim around in your hatred and greed. I will wiggle and squirm to get to the topbecouse it will only be then that the anguish will stop. Connie A. |
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"Freedom" |
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I wish so much lov to take all your pain to stop all the tears that fall down like rain, But to free you would take way more than i have so the so the only way out is a black zip up bag. Connie A. |
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"Thank you" |
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If hate were a branch on which to nest, The tree of life is where you would rest. Scratching and spitting you turn in your hate, When you step into hell " PLEASES CLOSE THE GATE". Connie A. |
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"Sin Eater" |
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Oh can you tell me where i might find, the ecstasy and bliss in a Sin Eaters mind? For my true love rides as the warrior in black , i harbor a love he can never give back. So the darkness it churns in the depth of my soule, For all that is left is in the Sin Eaters bowl. Connie A. |
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