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I used to view the world through Rose Colored Glasses,
But now I see through blood stained glasses.

Look into my eyes,
See the the demon inside.
No more my rage,
Do I try to hide.

Once free of this cage,
Oh the wars I will wage,
Fuel by my rage,
Oh the wars I will wage.

When I was only seven I an't had no mamma,
And eva since, I been livin with drama.
When I was only twelve, I'd put my ear to the floor,
And hear my pops tell his wife he don't want me no more.

I locked myself inside,
my fear I would hide.
Pain is but weakness,
How can you not see this.
I can't let it show,
My pride wont let it show.
But deep inside I know,
Some day it will blow.

Once free of this cage,
Oh the wars I will wage,
Fueled by my rage,
Oh the wars I will wage.

Now when you look at me,
I'm completely free,
So don't be dissin me,
And don't be pussin me,
Or the last thing you see,
eva, is gonna be me.

See if you temptin me,
you temptin death.
And when you dissin me,
I'll make it your last breath.

So don't be pushin me,
You fucking pussy.
Cause I don't give a shit,
And I don't give a fuck,
I swing so fast,
You bitches can't even duck.
Yeah if'n you met me,
you ran out of luck.
And if you wake up,
Like "what the fuck"
Learn your lesson bitch,
And next time don't buck.
I took mercy on you,
don't twice push your luck.

To live ones life free from the constraints of judgement is truely bliss.

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by crackpotpoet

This must be the one you were talking about. Wow....

( Posted by: SingChi [Member] On: April 8, 2006 )

I want to know/JASON
HI JASON, Robin wants to know...
Intense write you have here...agree with ALL my heart and live ones life free of the constraints of JUDGEMENT is truely BLISS...
I don't judge, not anymore, who am I? I'm a fragment of humanity, the other fragments don't see...I MAKE MY LIGHT! and I try to see the light of the giving that is REAL, most times I do, except for the human frailty that mistakes,
this write touched my heart, good poetry does that, typo's and spelling errors matter not...

many thanks for the humanity, that is all of us, at one time or another...


( Posted by: robinbird [Member] On: April 8, 2006 )

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