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Christopher Prescott Poem
What will become of us as time lingers by
How will we suffer how many will cry
The echoes of war much louder than peace
The squeal of temptation a constant increase
Our way of life is in constant threat
A fact that the world must learn to regret
I beg and implore you with one worldly voice
To stand and take notice of greed and it's choice
To shout and say no to war and to murder
Instead to just help and love one another
If we cant get along we will cease to exist
And the saddest of all things would be ignoring this
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You left us here without a clue
As to why you did what you said you would do
Your cowardice has pained us all
And left just questions stuck in our craw
You could have stretched out your hurting hand
To find a friend who's been there man
The place you were was not alone
The thoughts you had were not your own
You departed not knowing of Gods true grace
And left your loved ones an empty space
The anguish I feel is felt by those
Who have tried to help you with your woe's
I hope and prey that you are the last
To take his life without any class
It may be harsh the way that I show it
But maybe it's true that I'm Gods poet
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Out a windows ledge,horizen slowly fades.
Scores of others fled,it's time to turn the page.
He walks about the room,as silence fills the air.
And ponders of the gloom,tomorrow soon will bear.
The kids he has not seen,four years of utter pain.
The glass he walked to clean,to earn himself this name.
Shadows in his sleep,screams and cries and tears.
Floods upon his cheek,time fades but not his fears.
His country still at war,his children far away.
It drops him to the floor,upon the ledge to prey.
Their hearts and souls to know,that he has long since been sad.
The lord to soon allow,a hug for them from dad.
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Creativity is the bend
In the way of the wind
To make static in the fabric
Of your life or your soul
And know this when you find it
All you can do is stand behind it
Creatively stand back
And watch it grow
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Deep in the abyss,the clouds of fog and dark.
Walk with me amidst,red flames and idle spark.
Sounds of weeping blues,essence of hollowed birch.
Time will prove the muse,dreaming a sinners perch.
Sublime today is still,constant in it's passing.
Heeding to my will,foundation still amassing.
Survival of the fit,trial for most is futile.
Instinct renders wit,subconscious blows a bugle.
Hear the final call,tow the stages curtain.
Witness for them all,existance still uncertain.
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Why are we always sent in to war
To fight for a country which loves us no more
It's love is of blood,land,and idles of stone
We pay with our flesh,and our children's bones
A people of peace we are all so to be
With rivers of death for the whole world to see
Even followers of our lord him self
Have marched army's to war with sabers of stealth
Thou shalt not kill yet murder is ok
The blood that we spill runs downhill all day
Please open your eyes and see as i see
The tears on my cheek rain down on the free
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What if there is no hell
And no man could ever burn as well
What if the burning is you
Hanging on to your memories
What if once you let go of them
Your soul is free to roam again
What if afterwards your soul
Would find a peacefulness
What if that peacefulness my friend
Could only be described as heaven
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