sinA Poem by Justin J. SalesI want to add to this, but by the time I get to my computer I forget the s**t I would have written and can't think of anything else.it sucks but oh welll heres my pointless 8 linesI"m nervous not nerveless. far from worthless, but whats my purpose.
I heard services, repented, then gave into urges, like many men. try and cleanse, and be friend, but when you go back to the way things were you may take everyone else with you. then what?
do you want that blood one your hands.. scrub and scrub it wont come off. then what do you do?
youve lost your relevance. just another hypocrit.. preaching. talk yourself into heaven? not gonna happen. © 2010 Justin J. Sales |
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