Demons
Starin in the face of death wishin I didn't have regrets, wish I stood the test and never missed a step, I never best never met success or cashed a lovely check, but I ain't gave up yet, nah I give up yet and I won't, til I get revenge this won't be how my story ends. Mark my words like it came from our Lord, flip the script pick your brain with my sword, at a loss for words you can't lose your voice, you gotta make some noise, stand up with poise, make sure you're heard before you're in the dirt, none of us deserve to be deserted, aint none of us livin to be hurtin, tell your story and hope is touches somebody before somebody turns cold, you never know.

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Join free Log inEzell-Dazh
I Appreciate this insight...we must be even more urgent than the demons that resist Us.
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Nice word play. Salute your art.
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Thanks yall
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I like this poem.
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