your turn

your turn

A 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?

© 2008 i still remember


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Added on June 14, 2008

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i still remember
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salem, OR



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hey 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..

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