the earths soulA Poem by R. P. Cokejokers eyes hardend place I walk into outer space meet the gas attendant there and he sold me the earths soul so now i walk as though i own it all taking what i please and discarding the rest someday you will find me with everything at my feet there you will despise me for what i stole from the human race i took it all everything and left nothing; not one damned stone in its place i am the hell of humanity that blots out all the good thats done for my own grin one day perhaps i will pay dearly but untill then i will have my way with this old world
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Added on April 12, 2009 AuthorR. P. CokeFort Worth, TXAboutmy words, they run through me ever head. i dont want to be elite. i dont care about fame. i just like to express this strangeness i call life into some form of art for my personal understanding. as i .. more..Writing
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