Faith
::A poem::
A copper shield
A traffic of letters
A bun in my mouth
Drinkin' out ma h'art
Gosh I should have seen tis coming
I should have stared twice befor' closin tis
pot
What more in a cold evenin?
What more can hap'n when I traits of tis
blood in me?
Who says there's no life in the after life?
I want it now
And I want it slow-ly
Slowly I mean slow-ly
I take in my blows
A pen of valor dangling on my fingers
When hope knocks at my door victoriously
Hey Mister are yu still sleepin?
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