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[aid] => mick
[title] => Burn
[time] => 2004-10-06 19:39:01
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[bodytext] => I was on my knees By the end of my bed Back when I still had my faith And hopeful tears poisoned me I tried to confess, I did my very best, dear But the truth is, they poisoned me against myself I did everything I could to hold on to his hand I floundered with a voice in my head My world is on fire And he’s to blame It’s all just an illusion It’s everything we ever believed in to keep us put To fill in all my free time You forced it in You beat it in And he swears to his love That his children would never cry in the presence of his divinity But all he brings is pain and heartache I tried my best not to wonder He toughed on my tether And I fallowed the voice I’m on fire, it’s more than I can handle But I do know he’s to blame I tried to bring more to the table It was more than I could bear If I could tell the priest and the nuns I would seek penance and repent myself but only if I could look your god right in the eye These days honey I would suffer the consequence of his order And all the sinners who do not pay They’ve set there toll on me, but I am without crime Because dear, oh I am what I am, because I am And I’ll do whatever I want I’ll rampage coming down the hallway I’ll burn the cross And little gingerbread men run around in my head My world is on fire It’s more than I can bear No one cares to hear I’ve been alone for so long that I am empty of voice but not without words My world is on Fire Its more than I can handle I stumble, blind to every shadow I try to give more, but there’s nothing I can bear There’s nothing left of me to give, Everything's on fire [comments] => 2 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 6 [informant] => KurdtBeantheWikked [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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