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--Forgiving Sinners--
He ask us for forgiveness,
Was I the only fool that didn't allow it?
She said he couldn't live with himself if I didn't,
Well I guess I put him to the test,
His always on something,
So I guess he can replace me with that,
I use to love him the way kids do when they didn't know you knew something,
When he would do something wrong,
I would come back to his arms and give him comfort,
Why wouldn't I do that at the time?
Where family right?
So how come I'm not allowed to forgive you?
I do admit I'm still feeling disappointed in that way you blamed me,
I couldn't say that I love you,
Just give me a paper and I'll write it down,
There just words anyways,
So what will it fix but it's a start.
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--The Center--
This is a wired place to share the things I hide inside,
Where I can swear without getting told off,
Where I can say anything that might hurt someone's feelings and I wouldn't care because I didn't say it,
Where I can act like someone else braver than me,
Where at first I see blank nothing and turn into something there,
Where I make love and where I make fun,
Where I can be powerful,
Where I can vent out without slamming doors,
Where I can be me without making someone understand what I'm really talking about,
This is a place,
A place that has a book for me in the center,
Where I can write my sins down and where I understand the truth about god,
The light shines upon the walkway to the holly grounds,
To a grave yard where I see my name on a soldiers grave,
For she is not me but she is greater than me,
A pen on her grave,
I shall take it with pride and remember that this is a gift of god's wonders.
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--Graffiti Thoughts--
I stare at this bank page,
My mind is playing hide and seek with the words I select to write,
The sentence comes into contact with the ink of the pen I hold,
Joining the ink that touches clean paper against my bare soft skin,
While my hand muscles are used to the feeling,
Graffiti is all I see now,
This is going to be a long night.
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--A.B Book--
I fellow a book that has been written three million and five thousand years ago,
I have broken sins from that book,
Like the steps we have token,
I've been on this earth,
That claims god created it for us and here we are standing in church losing numbers at the lords house,
Our faith is dying slowly and so we do not see god's wonders,
We give up our souls to the Christ but never our bodies,
I walk along this path and wish he was holding my hand,
The man I fell in love with,
Is with the man I'm scared of.
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