ryussjin1

poems that question why
2003-04-04 14:31:58 (UTC)

body

the body is what it called
sent to keep they warm heart cold
to make it feel of it place in the world
to sence what it is you want
you kill it learn it mate it beg for it
your time for calling comes soon
your breath will no longer matter
for the bullet called hate enters and takes what you feel
out

you can win this you can distroy it
you can break everything you ever had
for one min of happyness




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