Save My Soul

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    Save My Soul

    I lay here with blood soaked hands.
    You clam my soul needs to be saved.
    I scream "THERES NOTHING HERE WORTH SAVEING!"
    I show you the corpses that lay in my wake.
    You look away in disgust.
    I laugh and show you more distruction still.
    I show you families left behind.
    Show you the child i once was.
    I warn you keep in mind the demon ive become.
    In one swift motion i slice threw your neck.
    A thud on the floor thats all you are now.

    HA!HA!HA!

    Save my soul.

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    SAYANDSEE commented on Save My Soul

    12-09-2008

    EVERY CHILD IS WORTH SAVING, FOR EVERY CHILD IS BORN INNOCENT. THERE IS THE SOUL OF AN INNOCENT CHILD IN EVERYONE. WHO WE TRULY ARE IS THAT SOUL. IT'S JUST A MATTER OF GETTING TO THE ROOT.

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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