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Jesus, I'm sorry for the way I've been living. I'm just a miserable soul not worth saving.
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Behold, I am doing great wonders in this land, see now the glorious works of my hand. I spoke and said, "In my name, they will do great things." But..
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This is for all you hard working men out there, who is carrying your family on your shoulders. You are not alone.
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I cannot shed a single tear,for I've given them to those children, my dear. Those nineteen angels now in heaven,left broken dreams before they're elev..
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I crossed a bridge one day. It was old, splintered and weathered. Traveling upon it left me dismayed, seeing planks beneath my feet untethered.
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Wander not, your journey somber, wrought yourself this day to remember. The treacherous path you dare not go; it is true the coming crow.
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From the ashes we will rise, from the pits of our demise and victorious we will reign, with freedom over pain.
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A poem about September 11th
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Think of this story like Skyrim, but with steampunk added to it. There's elves, orcs, ogre, dragons and all other mythical creatures and new ones as w..
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This mechanical heart, beating slowly -- imperfectly. Such fragile, like glass
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