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silentvoice777 : hey im thinking your a christian? cause u listen 2 mercy me which are great. anyway i wrote a poem based on my struggle with the church and living a christian life. on June 29vere1
Walking through this door,
This is my other life,
Know body knows this yet,
As I’m trying to do it right?
Trying to act nice,
Trying to hide my shame that I try to fight,
As it try’s to write itself into my life,
It’s trying to take me over,
As I’m praying for the church to come and make me sober,
That’s why I’m here,
And plus I don’t wont God to go and disappear,
Cause without him I live in fear,
But I still don’t get it,
It’s like I like going into the world,
I love to regret it,
So there you go,
I went and said it,
I’m just a fake,
But it’s like I go and do them things for an escape,
But then the next day I go and break,
I didn’t make what I was looking for,
Instead I got tore,
More then back then,
Cause its staking in,
My pain is marching for an end,
From this pain,
From the rain,
From the lies,
My body can’t take the discize,
The two people in me,
They can’t see victory,
Only one of them can,
Now which one will I choose?
The one with the plan,
Or the one that can never stand and keeps on throwing my hand.
verse 2
This isn’t a good position,
My mind is on a mission constantly,
It’s been trying to see what’s wrong with me,
Cause I’m always making choices,
I’m hearing voices in my head,
Doing other stuff compared to what my pastor just said,
Just what I went and read,
Cause I’ve always got the temptation in the back of my head,
That I can’t seem to fight,
I wish my body had a right,
To not do what it liked,
I wish I always had a choice,
I wish I had voice,
That could speak loud,
Speak to all the people that went down,
Down to hear the sound,
They will never have a life,
That they would have to fight every single day of there life.
Just to be normal,
Having to cover up our bodies,
We will never be formal,
We where always degraded,
Having to get the energy off someone else that made it,
We all just faded,
Faded into the air,
While everyone that took the air just stood and stared,
Not giving us a hand,
Well you’re all like that man,
Cause you no what happened to me,
But you ignore it like you got some other place to be,
I no it’s hard to see,
But this is all my life,
Every Sunday in the church while I’m trying to fight, every day of the week,
But nobody see’s I’m weak,
So who do I seek for comfort?
Cause no one has the time to come and see what I’m under,
So I see the thunder,
That no one else can,
So I must have had my hand up when he made that plan.
verse 3
I didn’t mean to make this chose,
This is just how it is,
I was so happy in the church when I was a kid,
Now my lies are just too big for me to hide,
Now when I walk by everyone just see’s me die,
Seeing me fly,
That was the old days,
But it’s like I’ve written a contract to Satan’s ways,
It’s not safe to say,
But my pain and shame is bringing me this way,
Not being healed from the first day,
But still I won’t to lay down in the arms of Christ,
Doing everything in my power now to win this fight,
So tonight I got to give it to the cross,
Cause that’s where I no he shed his blood for my sins now to be lost,
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I hope u like it.
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BlAcKAmythest AnG3l : hey on July 25, 2008love your writing. its great
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Viva La Vie Boheme on June 17, 2007You have great taste in music! Love the quotes too, by the way
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WriteOrWrong597 on April 5, 2007Hey we have a lot in common! I look foward to reading your work.
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