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[sid] => 128642
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Pass and Catch
[time] => 2006-11-24 18:51:26
[hometext] => I hope by living selflessly I'll be rewarded by Karma...but that's yet to be revealed.
[bodytext] => a glutton of a man, mistaken by respect having never seen far from the stains on mother's window panes freshly rained on she'd beat him, taught him rhythm, karma is a game of pass and catch that can end ya dead, a bum asks for change a woman grips her womb, neither has any use for copper however thankful if so offered a glutton of a man, finds power in abuse he tosses a dirty napkin he kills for more, keeps his being smooth, clean up has been his stalemate since day one, smiles for horrified faces twice undone he's lost his cool, kicking his own *** a glutton of a man, cocaine and twice undone wound too tightly a man killed another dead over a pool cue, not like the pass and catch the law plays this glutton of a man avoids their game no longer has blood stained his hands, now, this man is to die, never better timing some shall say he knows what's to be paid, reincarnate with a better hustle, he cowers on both knees carpet sinks it's teeth into his skin he knows the future he recalls their names a haunted family of three, he wants to see his wife he hates claim children one and two he's okay with the broken spirits along the way his regrets he still can not place, he wishes not like most still bloodthirsty, he sees the family of three kick in his front door while he kneels they placed their guns to his head repeating the words "the beast is marked" they shot him six times, sick bunch say they're from God, they have a fetish for repentance our neighbors they are humans they will for more blood watching it sing from this man's wounds, forming a crosss at the feet of Divine reflection and they dropped their weapons, removed their clothes let their fangs breathe over the body they preyed, today; a glutton of a man just got eaten for Bad Karma is never paid in dreams, strengthening the lock God has on chao's cage. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 276 [topic] => 25 [informant] => ClancyExistential [notes] => Poem edited due to the use of bad language. Please read the site rules. - Moderator_16 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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