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A Moment To Waste
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inside the cynic Blood pulsing thru my veins,Hate rushing thru my brain
To distain all the pain, Thats giving your way
To relax and chill back till hope is your gain
The speed of a bullet, to be unaware
That death will soon great you with lack of despair
To laugh at your fears running clearly thru ur mind
To ignored all the bullshit to pretend your so blind
To rhyme all these lines,To make so much crimes
Is such a waste a time,Unless you bought a dime
Bag over your head,Boom your so dead
Trigger happy in a mall.Broke my leags so now i crawl
Im bored and tired so im done
Remember kids,Bring your guns!
Thats really interestin Chris... lol... but over all nice poem..Thats got some strong details in it..Who upset you so much to write something like that..Hope things are well with you.. glad to see you added some new poems.. I always liked your work. Toodlez :)