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The Day Has Come I Realize

The day has come that I realize 
that my soul has been slayed 
killed by its murderous blade of lies and shame
don't understand it probably never will 
I try to keep hope for the future
but my light gets blown out every time like candles on a birthday cake
crashing me down and spiting on my face while they laugh

My dad said I'm a leader, but I'm starting to second guess his words
starting to think I am a follower sent to do others will
I'm the sheep that has been lead to the slaughter
Like the Christ put on the cross for our sins

And pray for all my friends that are in Hell 
the ones I couldn't save the ones I couldn't make the sell
for the ones who are locked up in the cold cell
we have problems that only human, but I just hate that we have so many of them

This is my last verse to tell
I don't know why I get back up I just do
Is it because of faith,truth,love,pride, or just stupidity?
I won't know the reason until the smoke clears
this is my proclamation I will stay strong 
even when I get knocked down I will get right back up
The day has come I realize

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 7/18/2011 6:51:00 AM
Welcome to Poetry Soup... enjoy the site with its many features as u continue to share creative poetry as this excellent piece with luv..
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Date: 7/18/2011 4:27:00 AM
A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you Kellum. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Read and comment on their's and they will return in kind. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love and blessing always, Carol
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