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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Only my saviors childs are the this worlds capture We sinners live to see the rapture It was something more than a catastrophe My conscience steadily asking me Is the plan still to live life severe and disaster free? My dreams are exhausted, seems temptation has reached the sky’s Sinners become saints, attempting to figure which prophecy lies Veins constantly bleeding, I can feel my soul leaving Yet I’m forever breathing The curse of Kane No flu shots cause I’m never sneezing Seems my misery is ever pleasing And with the mourning after I wonder why these children are your lords only capture Yet we sinners live to see the rapture Label me sexiest, homophobic, homosexuals baring arms in marriage A third of the world is gone Bury baby Jesus with charms in his carriage Execution of minors I guess there’s nothing in this life finer Dear child I watched your mother scrub the windows of that diner Who am I to say that you are wrong? But who are you to weigh that child and determine if he’ll live long Mr. President consistently stepping over hurricane victims Misery no longer worry’s my pain, I can see it’s only a sitcom Do you remember nine/eleven Simply because that September, down south was your only heaven And as you galloped with the clouds Alqueda stood on it’s soil, it’s dust and dirt proud But then again I’m wrong to speak out But I guess making home is what being weak is about A woman’s right is abortion Perhaps it’s wrong but it’s only a portion The tragedy’s we smile to see The happy times are where we suffered above tiles to be Breathing on my last breath Leading my last steps Of coarse the worlds gone end But it seems my saviors childs are the worlds only capture
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