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Godly

Member since 2002 · Posted 14 Aug 2002 · Edited 24 Dec 2002 · 5 comments

I created this life In the image I wanted to be Built it over many years And never rested a day I gave to my family I gave to my friends I gave my all To the deciples of my kin. I held on with patience With love and forgiveness and fear But now those whom I've helped Have lost their faith in me So suprise knocks them down Wrath from my gentle fists Famine from my soft spoken mouth Until the suffering is past Those standing the judgement Soothe their wounds with the past Assure them that my anger can't last And start again from scratch.

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[7] <~> 27-Aug-02/11:22 PM Reply

lose the commas and the typo in the last line brazen. they'll get over it. sounds like they were living through you, and now you've gone and got individualized. high crime, that is.

[5] wOrnella Mutiw 24-Dec-02/11:04 PM Reply

Another poor me poem. Life's a bitch...get over it.....here you can have my family....cheers!

[n/a] brazen › wOrnella Mutiw 25-Dec-02/9:45 PM Reply

i've already excepted life's bitchlyness by becoming extremely sarcastic and indifferent. and i'll only except your family if it comes equiped with a drunken uncle phil, gold-digger aunt sarah, and a cousin tim who sells pot to his nana, whose name must by mary, but she is always called nana...even by her banker.

[n/a] kaykat 25-Dec-02/3:34 PM Reply

I know how you feel, don't worry things will get better.

[n/a] brazen › kaykat 25-Dec-02/9:47 PM Reply

you know, honestly...i went back to my actual notebooks for a date on this. it was about 2 years ago. i'm good. now i direct my anger and rage towards the everyday idiots i run into at work.