Side Stepping Hell

A Poem by Rob Funk

Hey bro,

You don't have to tell me,

You don't have to sell me,

Just like we planned,

Before me you shall stand,

Before you I shall stand,

1,2,3,

We shall use each others hand,

Then if all goes like we planned,

Neither you or I,

Shall be punished for having to die.

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Added on July 21, 2013
Last Updated on July 21, 2013

Mostly I write to Heal, however futile the effort proves. more..

That poor soldier

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