Life
Life no longer means much to me,These weary eyes can hardly see,
That barrel looks so mysterious and frightful,
But this life of mine just isn't fun or delightful,
The vultures are starving and I'm full,
If I died I wonder if it would be cool,
It would have to be better than this shity earth,
Right now I wish I would never of had a birth,
Well god is telling this and the devil is protesting with that,
I wish some giant human being would smoosh me like a nat .
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2006-04-09 at 01:17
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