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Soul
Contributed by
tb1983
on
Tuesday, 6th October 2009 @ 12:10:46 AM in AEST
Topic:
ChristianPoetry
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Once again the moon shows her teeth,
and I feel the weight of hell beneath.
Always in the night I feel,
the horrible fate to me below.
Though it is never enough,
for me to change my Soul.
It is a curse to me,
being so hard of head,
one that I will never know,
until neigh, I am dead.
Sleep has been a nightmare,
constant in her paw.
I awaken to sweat and tears,
feeling the pain of her claw.
I feel like a little boy,
scared and small beneath the sheet.
It is here where I taste the hell,
of what I am to greet.
will I ever change my ways,
and see what is to be?
or will my dreams I dream at night,
become dreams eternal to me?
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tb1983
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2009-10-06 00:10:46] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Soul
(User Rating: 1 ) by thebadguy9999 on
Friday, 4th June 2010 @ 09:40:10 PM AEST (User
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