These Forsaken Words
As I sit and compose these words
Something inside of me still burns
My one chance at greatness I passed up
But no more, I won't listen to that smut
Gays bring in the New Year
My dog lays and trys to sleep
All the biscuts have hardened
But I still write these words
My life might be crumbling
And, yes, I might be fumbling
I lost my way with life
Something was driven into my heart, perhaps a knife
Mary Magdoline sits and weeps
Another soul passes on
Little children fall and die
All the time I write these words
The Devil claws at my mind
Scrapes out my brains, and eats the rind
Demons awake inside me
These words forever sit beside me
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Last updated 2-21-99