Oh my Friends
I have fought for
Respect
So Many People fear my
Words
They employ Silence
against me
It is their Only
Weapon
It is not Strong enough
Oh my Friends
Soon comes the Hour
of Deliverance
from a Hole in the
Sky
Weep my Friends, weep
Lose yourSelves in the
Street
My beLoved thought he
could avoid me
Love is Mightier
than Fear
The Rational thought they could deny me
Their Rationality is a
Hat
What is mine is
coming to me
I will turn it into
Gifts
These Gifts I will give to you, my Friends
It is on this proMise
God has granted me my
Wish
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13 comments:
does this 'poem' mean i 'missed my chance'?
Does this ' reply ' mean ' i like to say snide things about other people because i have low self esteem? '
no i seriously wanted to ask you out
Hahahahahahhahaha Oh, Okay - Bitch Reflxes. We should go out. We should get Hammered on Rum and make out on the Beach with the Sea Weed
shit yea, i would like that, my email is stephenmichaelmcdowell at gmail dot com
I'm kidding. I'm tapped out on BFs Right now, and we've Never met.
Is stephen michael mcdowell 12 years old?
Am I a deCeptive Slut?
i am 23 and bad at/dislike sarcasm
I'm 23 and out of Space iRL for Boy Friends, but I can have as Many Imaginary InterNet Relationships as I want
lol, can be imaginary internet surrogate father to your twins
The InterNet IS my Twin's Surrogate Father
the saddest thing about mental illness is the fact that it reduces the ability of suffers to recognize the symptoms in themselves
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