Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Torn Spirit
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By MEL-. My life is getting to be a stupid never-ending nightmare. Anyway this poem is not about my life, it’s about Jesus, a very short one.

Feeble spirit
TORN with grief
At the place of the skulls
The applaud has died down

As weeping drowns the earth
Oh how sorrowful, these people
For the sins of all mankind,God cries above
As he watches the tragedy unfold

Stranded corpse stays limp and broken
Pierced; fresh wound
As the blood runs deep
Into the streams of wicked people

Struck by desolation and pain
Isolated by the ones he loved most
His mortal wound
Is not as serious as it seems
What goes on inside is more intense

He did not lead a sinful life
He did nothing to deserve this
But he died the most painful death
That man has ever witnessed

How insignificant he was
To the people before us!
Abandoned and stained forever
We are all ruthless, cold-blooded ANIMALS,
His blood will always be in the very palms of OUR hands.

6:42 PM

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- My sweet addiction
- Husky
- The Enemy
- let it all just crash and fall
- Something you need to know.
- A kiss upon my cheek
- Love is...
- Isolation (version 1)
- Human Error
- A letter filled with teenage angst


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