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Broken (Lyric) by Irischer Junge I'm hurt,
I'm broken.
Why did this
Have to happen?
I'm alone,
I'm crying,
But I know
That I'm not yet dying.
Though I've lost
My only love,
I've not lost
My God above.
He is still
Love and divinity.
I've still got
The Holy Trinity.
Up the ladder:
horus has a tuned guitar
Down the ladder:
shit shine
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Posted: September 1, 2003 1:53 PM PDT; Last modified: September 1, 2003 1:53 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.4172935 Overall Rank: 12961 Comments:
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This poem was written late Fall 2001.
i like your poem, its good to see people write about God
It certainly is an ace poeme. I really like the use of "dying" to rhyme with "crying"! But hey I have a question about Christ.
If lots of people pray for something, is Jesu more likely to answer the prayer than if only one person prays? Thanks!
Sort of, but not in a linear way. It actually depends on cumulative penile length, believe it or not.
(Which explains why when I pray for a larger penis it does not work) - Don't get offended Jagermeister (is it possible that this comment was intended to prevent something unpleasant from happening to you?)
God only thinks of you after your latest fart.
we are always dying. from the moment we are born, from the very first intake into our lungs, we begin to count out the time until we cease to draw air.
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