Man I hate this poem

September 8, 2009
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a stabbing jolt from my jointed pain
striking everywhere but all in vain
try as you might to take it from me
but with strength and speed combined i'll be free

i'm not doing this for eyes to glare
maybe simply just a chance for me climb my first stair
and to reach upon onto something i'm drawn
is the last of many steps until the last on an i'm gone

so maybe this life wasn't meant for me yet
just arrived to early on a late night bet
i hope i wasn't founded on whats seems a heavy cost
to bring me here and realize now such a lost

for my future was bright and my heart was pure
until my truth was emerged and left them unsure
unsure to the fact that i am of the devil
sorry to say that the truth is on much a darker level





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