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It's rough, but I needed to get it out.
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I am a Soldier on the Ground,
I am a Sailor on the Water,
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Look behind your back until the day you die,
I won't be far behind,
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This is a poem in the Conachlonn style.
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It's an Irish style of poetry.
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Mirror, Mirror,
Whom do you see,
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Petals falling,
Scattering the path,
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Feel the darkness surround,
Like a silk curtain,
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It's over,
We both knew it was coming,
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My soul,
Beyond the Barbed wire fences,
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Hold me now,
So I won't see,
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The inner Demon,
He greets with a smile,
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I have been cast out,
Taken from all I believe,
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This is about fear of choice, also known as decidophobia.
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I have a new lover,
Just her voice makes me smile,
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Flicking lighters,
Starting blazes,
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My Dreams,
I Dream of lives,
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Realization,
A pitiful thing,
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A vampire's diary entry, in poetic form.
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As I draw the sword,
Shedding a tear
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MY TRUBUTE TO CLIFF BURTON.
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I look around,
I try to escape,
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I don't belive in organized religion, so this is a rant on it. If you'd be offended by it, don't read it! I don't want to hear flames from everyone for my opini
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Sitting in the rain
Sorrows ebbing and flowing over
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A description of a suicide.
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A day in time,
The fading pulse,
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As the snow falls on my street,
I realize it's morning, and I have nothing to eat.
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My love I must go,
Off to war, across the world.
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Slowly I see them falling down again,
These little drops of sadness,
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My poem about Hell. Read if you wish. If not, I'm not offended.
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