A dictation of unrighteous indignation
An inflamation of my inner nation
It swells to grand proportions in
The deeper burrows of my darkest whim
And so it slowly enters in
It's pace is grim, the light is dim
I fear I'l never covet him
For I am wandering, lost within
Don't take me only at my word
My convictions are absent and oft unheard
If I hurt you just now I am sorry
But sometimes pain can be a party
Faith can heal you if you have it
Just don't rabbit down the hole
For on the morrow you may be whole
Please interpret my reality
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Ryan Cornelius could probably write it better. =]
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wow. another beautifully written poem by you, sir. i love the line
"If i hurt you just now i am sorry
but sometimes pain can be a party."
thanks for your number i'll def call ya up sometime!
-Cassie
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