| Rest in Peace... DANIEL MARK SANTEMA II (Feb. 14, 1982 - Sept. 11, 2000) |
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| It Was Written... |
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| They say it They say it was written written, This rhym that I'm spittin' That you'd be gone before me, Whether or not you believe in That force that allowed this to happen Not of cruelty, but of testin' Although it was not His will To kill Any life Whether yours or someone elses Such negative falses Planted by the Devil Who doesn't give a damn about if you're his friend or rival As long as he can slide through Twist your thoughts like metal Made it so difficult to keep your foot on a level pedal When you were tumbling And you felt all alone Cold as stone While your heart cried out with a moan Of sorrow And despiration Although it was selfish I understand your confusion Used as a tool for persuation To jump off the deep end And set out on your mission He is a powerful force He was the source of your misery and saddness He got you into this mess To plot the unplottable, He sheltered your soul That is unmistakable. Although this brings me grief, And a reason to lash out I must SHOUT! ABOUT This How precious life is How much we'll both miss out in From this misfortune This self abduction Dead or alive, I know you feel the reprecution And to all who are weary Turn your eyes on God Bow your head and nod Give Him the glory Because He has control If you give Him the right To mold Little by little or leap by leap He'll get you out of the deep Water If you'll call out His name, He'll walk on the surface He will not falter I love you, my brother We all make mistakes I love you, my friend Such a precious life to take... |
| FRIENDLY MEMORIES |
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