So, as the trumpets sounds, they stand up tall
Today, they think they’ll rise up from the wall
Those are the people who believe they’re kings
Exempt from punishment, by which sin brings
They all are dreaming out one great big lie
And when they wake up, they will all soon die
Yet in their ignorance, one truth be shown
That death is coming and of this, they’ve known
For in the morning everyone will feast
But by the end they all will call a priest
“Forgive me, Father, for I am not well!”
All plead to him because they’re bound for Hell
Be very weary or you will not see
The complications of hypocrisy
A combination of a blinding light
Illuminating all the hate and blight















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If you thought I was even mildly amusing, check out this: [link] I am totally pimping the podcast
"I hurt myself today to see if I still feel... and I will make you hurt"
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If you love something let it go.
If it doesn't come back...
Hunt it down and kill it.
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Because there's beauty in the breakdown
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Sorry to birst your bubble, but I'm a poet; I don't draw.
What defines right and wrong is the reason behind them.
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typos:
"And [when] they wake up, they will all soon die"
"But by the end [they] all will call a priest"
"All [plead] to him because they’re bound for Hell"
not that bad, honestly. quite enjoyable
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"only when the last tree has died, and the last river been poisoned, and the last fish been caught will we realize that we can't eat money." based on a Cree saying
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Sorry to birst your bubble, but I'm a poet; I don't draw.
Viva li Pope John-Paul II!
If you got a simple comment, just remember that everyone else got one, too.
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