Poem [Follower]:
by digitalRyno
I'm hearing Him speak
To me,
An annoying squeak.
Please just let me be,
He cause such a hurtful ache,
That just won't go away,
That I just can't take.
I don't need this pain today.
You tell me what is right,
A wary path,
That I should fight.
It'll form a bloody bath,
To battle the good,
That He says is wrong.
He's hoping that I would,
But I feel I don't belong.
So I shall not fall
Into His hell.
I'll fight agaisnt it all,
Listen to this story I tell.
For the good- not the evil,
I shall protect.
I won't serve no Devil,
This is something all shall detect.
Unlike the majority serving no God.
Shall I follow
Something most find odd.
Saying I'll be shollow,
I'll follow none without a doubt,
To serve myself and not another.
Forever following it out,
Oh please just help me mother.
_dR
Posted by DigitalRyno on Thursday, December 08, 2005 01:22PM
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