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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => me vs god
[time] => 2005-08-16 18:12:06
[hometext] => i'm only 15 but even i can see the wrong in this world
[bodytext] => ME VS GOD We entered the ring both god and I He stood over 8ft high And I stood as a light weight only 6ft tall But god was like Ali he knew he would never fall He started off with a clubbing right jab For all the people who are in rehab I tried to block but the fact was too strong For I knew my brothers and sisters would be there long I gave him a perfectly place uppercut to the chin For all the poor people who never win But he blocked my punch with the only thing he could With the people in Somalia who can't even afford to do what we would I struck him again for not saving all the good people For letting the wise men die and the greatest men live a life not simple But he stood strong and with the heart of a lion For he struck me hard for that I ain't lying He hit me for the black on black crime And for the innocent who are still doing time I couldn't block that blow for it was true I had no defense and nothing left to do I staggered to the side my face bloody and bruised He tighten his fist to strike again for the one thing I refused He hit me for not appreciating the life Jesus gave I dropped to the mat for that blow was strong but I wouldn't behave By the count of three I was up to my feet For there were people in this world whose faith no man can defeat God would not stop for he came again A left and right and a right and a left which intensified my pain One for the people I wouldn't help on the street Two for the people I wouldn't feed when they had nothing to eat Three for the people I insulted and ridiculed And four for not stopping the killing which he never understood This time I hit the mat hard My face still bloody and scared 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 I was still down and out For this was my K.O GOD CAN'T HEAR MY SHOUT By 8 I came to my feet because I knew I could win this fight For I had a weapon to put out gods light My final strike will put him out and cold This hit was for the entire world I hit him with more power than a god, right in his jaw For never stopping the evil war And for letting down the Jews his people his followers And that was it he was down and out 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 and that was it I had win the battle of man against god what a hit But god rose again with fire in his eye And placed a mirror between him and I In the mirror I did not see a winner but a loser So I looked to god and came closer I said why have I lost when I won the match And god said you idiot, you have been fighting yourself By Kerwin Etienne [comments] => 5 [counter] => 217 [topic] => 48 [informant] => cutestmofo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 25 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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