Dripping Mascara on Cue
Beyond the box his victims applaud the enemy smiles and takes his bow behind his smirk there breathes a fraud the devil dressed in praise of thou he snares their hearts should they be weak those seeking to contral their fate a purchased path to lead the meek to a matrix God through the neon gate with hands outstretched he pleads and grins sells salvation like drugs and mocks their sins will promise eternity in the holy light call the number on your screen you are saved tonight (rewrite)
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Deckard
I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...
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