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BUT SEND THE MONEY HERE

Contributed by Bsteel on Sunday, 25th June 2006 @ 02:25:18 AM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems

But you can send the money here

Why is my pride and ego so foolish,
I yearn to be more prudent,
But all attempts seem futile,
For I know what I felt,
It was a touch of something higher,
I was a walking prophecy,
Manmade oracle,
Felt like I was designed in my dad’s chemistry lab,
It was that alive and explosive,
The convergence of logic and rhythm,
My mind couldn’t handle all the love God had given,
In designing time and circumstance, from him to all,
Finally I had justified natural law,
I had finally broke Locke’s riddle,
So ***** it I quit yo,
I don’t want to be known for my brains,
Just the fact that I’m untouchable,
******* done killed my brain,
But they cant kill my heart,
My soul remains, to lead and reign,
The underestimated, half sane,
dreamers, romantics, and gangsters,
All the same,
Still locked in my brain,
Cocked for them, till they lock me away,
I will say, I am living a dream,
No I am a living dream,
All glory to him,
But send the money here.

Copyright Â© Bsteel ... [ 2006-06-25 02:25:18]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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