Mute.A Poem by P.J. AmeyHaven't been posting in some time now. Making a lot of personal changes, all for the better :D. Started a new job, the best I've had to date, and soon will own my own home. So these are my thoughts...For all the ones I wont remember. For all the things I can't undo. For all the times that have gone past. All these things lead me to you. I may have sold my soul to the devil. I may have listened to the snake. I may have played around with fire. Always for a purpose and never for the sake... Of it. But I am imperfect. I am tool. I am an a*****e. who acted so cruel. And if I could go back again. And re-do all the wrongs. I woulden't cause I coulden't. for all of that is gone. and in the past. I am who I am today because of the fact. That I am imperfect. I am a tool. I am an a*****e. Who acted so cruel. And if I went to heaven. It was only out of luck. Maybe god could find some solice. That this keeps me up at night. And maybe he'll be happy. That I know what's wrong from right. And he'd know I only did it. By the forcing of my hand. And He'd understand the causes. That make me seem like I've gone mad. He'd know that when I get along. I'll share my lot of wealth. But for now. Guess what... I'm still imperfect. I'm still a tool. I'm still an a*****e. Who's still being cruel. And if I goto hell. I'll be met with flower and cheers. For in order to keep thriving. I must be god's fears.
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13 Reviews Added on April 30, 2016 Last Updated on April 30, 2016 AuthorP.J. AmeyAllentown, PAAboutThank you for stopping by and reading what I have to share. Much love and thanks, -P.J. Amey more..Writing
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