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Contributed by sinned on Friday, 20th May 2005 @ 11:11:53 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



living in a small town
Chestnut trees lining many streets
Small houses some even with picket fence
A place you might want to live
Wrong

The big cities and all their crime
Noise rumbling trafic sound
Impatience and blowing horns
Not to mention dirt and grime

Anyhow back to the chestnut trees
I do my business in their shade
In the shadows of midday
I prettry much do as I please

Living near the Ire Lake
Loving my parties and my home
Driving my Porsh duty bound
Now I like kids; their my take

Easy is my life no forty hour week
I sell dope and the three leaf weed
Lunch monies add up well
Get the word out and they come and seek

You may think I don't give a darn
Making a living is all I want
If they didn't want it they wouldn't come
Not that I would do any harm

I have seen and heard of a few tears
Children passing before their time
Yeah I feel bad, but its their fault
They shouldn't listen to their peers

In the shadows of night or day
They search me out for happiness
A moment of bliss
Hey

If it wern't me it would be someone else
The markets there and was before I came along
Long before the candyman song
Besides I take care of myself

My stuff is clean
I know my clients they seek me out
A little joint never hurts and my dope is pure
I've even scored on a few highschool queen

One grey day this young girl and boy friend died
I felt bad and sure I cried
A firey car crash
They were high

Damn kids they began to talk
Police inspectors were visiting schools
I began telling the kids don't be fools
I put my house on the mark

Too many snoopers and things might get hot
Hell I did no wrong
I felt the police were tracking me down
My market tumbled; it was shot

The police were scouting my home
Evidence; I took all means to destroy
They came to question and I denied all
I was making plans to flee to Rome

I got to feeling prettry sure
Police were just plain dumb
I burned all of my accounts
I changed my plans with no evidence I was in the clear

I like this little town
My bank roll was sufficent
My high class friends understood
Its time I setteled down

One day a parent came to speak to me
The accident
The boy and that girl It was his daughter that he grieved

He said he came because of her account
He found my name and amounts she owed
Of course everything I denied
He pulled a gun with me the point

You destroyed my life and my daughter
I was terrified "I'll give no mercy you filthy rat" This is also for my wife and the boy you slaugthered

Please mr please
I felt as weak as Oliva Newton John
He pulled the trigger my eyes got as big as dinner plates
I fell as I began to bleed

Lying there in my own puddle of blood
He stood there a smile on his face
"Im not done yet I have a few more bullets left for your account"
Bam Bam Bam as my body jumped

I could see the tunnel of light
A vapor a mist shadowed over me
The tunnel blackened and demons came into view
I surcumed to etenal fright

Sinned




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by Former_Member on Friday, 20th May 2005 @ 12:56:17 PM AEST
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wow...this was awsome!!!!
I don't agree with it, but yet I recognize a well written piece when I see/ feel it.
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by sweetoccasion29 on Friday, 20th May 2005 @ 06:28:36 PM AEST
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VENGENACE IS MINE THUS SAITH THE LORD I BELIEVE THE LORD WILL SETTLE ALL BETS , CLOSE ALL ACCOUNTS!! GOOD WRITE AND VERY SAD TO THE POINT!!


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by kydistortion69 on Friday, 20th May 2005 @ 09:28:58 PM AEST
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tremendous storytelling poetry ..great poem.




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