Permanently
all is clear
when death is near
& all we fear
is the consumer of beer
things go right
when determined to fight
to turn dark into light
& smiles are in sight
minds fall to peace
til our hate starts to increase
which destroys our beliefs
& hearts fall to sleep
...permanently.
by
EmotionalReck07posted on 06/28/2008
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