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| Remembering How to Pray | |||||||||||||||||
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On cool marble I kneel praying unto vacuum... The slings and arrows of misfortune ain't shit, Father. And three days in Hell, Comes up a lifetime short, for a lot of us. Even if we do desrve it.. Even if we have to hear you preach it from the mouths of dogs... NO FATHER, I do not ask forgiveness, for loving another before you. Because instead of loving my neighbor like myself (always trying to wallow a little deeper in the mud...) I ALWAYS THOUGHT THEY SHOULD EARN IT! | ||||||||||||||||
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In the end I haven't caught any falling stars. They always seem to burn my hands, slip through my charred fingers... they cauterize old wounds called wishes... In the end I always pray that you'll remember this isn't just a game that ends with us just being freinds... and if there is any truth to the saying LOVE CONQUERS ALL perhaps you'll consider me a conquest ( one day...) | ||||||||||||||||
| Armstrong Park | |||||||||||||||||
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You'd think a better name would be Strong-Arm Park for all the daytime festivities at gunpoint... Once I saw a guy get hit by a car, As he rolled off the hood, it slowed. He stood, and it drove off. The man chased in hot pursuit, like dogs on the farm chasing tractors and pickup trucks never catching them, and neither did he. | ||||||||||||||||
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