The end is what you'll know...A Poem by Funkfrom archives
The sun and
night defines us all
the breast exposes the soul the joint reflects the arm the arm be oh so bold Death exposes all, the wine clenches the soul no love, no cry no imaginary will can go further than the self Let beast be burden, let the body eat from what is deep within Let curse be curse for every man and for every woman Should a child die, bless it then, the child loved, never saw the tide for those that live I'm sorry too Let fire burn your lies Is no short stroke in sword in hand hammer strikes down too also death will be a comfort then The end is what you'll know.... © 2010 Funk |
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1 Review Added on June 27, 2010 Last Updated on June 27, 2010 AuthorFunkSouth Western, NEAboutNot really much to say about me because I'm not sure I really know me yet. I love art, music and individualistic theme. Followers bore the hell out of me and that does fit here because while I admi.. more..Writing
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