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Kezexxe Mar 14
When I look into your eyes,
I see destruction and demise,
When I listen deep into your cries,
All I hear are lies.
Kezexxe Mar 12
A thief in the night,
You will not have sight,
And he will have a knife,
The thief does not give life,
He takes it.
Kezexxe Mar 11
Help the people,
Help their soul,
Help the ones,
Not in control,
Keep them going,
Keep them whole,
Give them a push,
To reach their goal,
Keep them going,
Ignite their hearts,
Ignite like coal,
Show them the key,
And be the keyhole,
Love them so,
Let them row,
And you be the flow,
Keep them going,
But keep them slow,
Wash them white,
White as snow,
Keep them going,
And let them grow.
Kezexxe Mar 11
How you get peace in a world with nothin' but hate,
How you get love, when loves not in your fate,
How you go early, when your always late,
How you get hope, when your hopes starting to fade,
How do you work, if your not getting paid,
How do you live, if you were never made,
How do you keep walking, if you lost your limbs,
How can a car drive, if the tires have no rims,
How can you sing to God, when you don't know no hymns,
How do trees grow, if there is no sun,
How are you not meant to ****, if your holding a gun,
How is there something, if there was only none,
How can you read, if you have no eyes,
How is there winning, if there is no prize,
How can you spread the truth, when you hear nothing but lies.
Hope you all enjoy!
Kezexxe Mar 8
Cancer,
You win or you lose,
Like a game,
You need the key,
You need help,
From the One above,
He will help,
Cancer,
The trial,
So you can turn,
To God.
Kezexxe Mar 8
You taught me to ****,
You almost killed me,
You taught me to survive,
I almost couldn't survive you,
You taught me how to shoot,
I cant wait to shoot you,
You taught me to never forgive,
And I can't forgive what you did,
What you did,
Now I've written this poem,
About how you deceived me,
How you hurt me,
How you turned me cold,
About what you did.
Sorry for the bit of violence
Kezexxe Mar 7
I hold a gun,
                                    Because I cannot run,
But I want to run,
               Because monsters come from the guns,
                  The monsters are the ones touched by the gun,
           The monsters pain is screamed and sung,
And if I run,
                                                                   I can't stop,
                                       If I run,
       I will become a monster from someone elses gun.
Inspired by a book and song
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