madness
stop the madness stop the pain stop the sadness, stop being insane
love the brother love the heart, love the ones you've torn apart
peace be still peace be mine, peace please all the time
what if i what if they, what if now the world goes away
still i pray still i rest to some day come to be my best
all i have and all i need is to come to heed my saviours pleas
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| yesterday | 0 | 07/08/2009 |
| time gone by time to come | 0 | 06/19/2009 |
| sweet love | 0 | 06/19/2009 |
| forever | 0 | 06/19/2009 |
| your grace and your mercy | 0 | 06/18/2009 |
| madness | 0 | 06/18/2009 |
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