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God Given Time
I hate it, I really do.
Such simple things, that people do.
Twisted by mind, pulled at by soul.
Irony the fate, nothing the goal.
Hours I spend, doubt is the gain.
Second time coming, always the same.
Now hear I sit, ponder the thought,
It never changes, a sigh that is sought.
Such is the freedom, harrowed is the mind,
God how I’m silly, damn, how I’m blind.
I know what is coming, stepped in too late.
It's only the thought, the thing that I hate.
Yea
In more ways then one.
But one way that takes
My peace of mind away
Is the thieves and backstabbers.
Everytime a man turns his back.
They won't do it face- on.
They are sneaky scum of the Earth.
KS
My rant for the day
great write
great write
ron parrish