your turnA Poem by i still remember
Oh saint, let the blood flow as this virgin love bleeds,
Saint cry, tell them we’ve found what to search, tell them to call off the church, Bleed saint, because she will never bleed out my wrist,
And oh yeah that knife wasn’t for me…
Saint a called you here to ask,
Is it wrong because am a man who knows how to act?
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Added on June 14, 2008 Authori still remembersalem, ORAbouthey my name is Anthony am a pretty decent person, i try to live a honest l and balanced life, religion and all her effects on people really what keeps me writing. almost like a philosophy. more..Writing
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