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Made By Our Own Hands
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closet boxes 2002 Waking up to chaos
and falling into hell
walking through it everyday
we can no longer tell.
Dancing on the very edge
and facing all the flames
justifying homicide
then passing all the blame.
Bitching at the righteous
and casting bloody stones
stopping in our glory
of the God we have dethroned.
Screwing up our chances
at any small salvation
finding made by our own hands
our own type of damnation.
thats it nikki...if u write another poem that mentions chaos or hell i am going to hurt you!! enough of the neg, its not good for you. try being positive....think of all the god feelings and shit instead of all the crap u cant prevent!
think happy thoughts and u just might fly.
Belinda
nor do i care where it came from it rocks!
i am stickin it in a pic frame on my wall babbies!
its sssssooooo good!
it made me miss my muse
ash
Much Love
Ashley