I stand
accussed by their lies
The truths In my eyes
But they're blinded
By Prejudice
Take me
Far from judgement
Far from dirt that
They kick in my eyes
My hands
Are down by my side
My body resigned
To recieving
They're punishment
Save me
From there verdict
From there words that
Cut deep like a knife
You will
Never find me
Drifting slowy
Down the river Jordan
I will
Cross that river
So you can find me
A dead man walking free
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Author:
Edthepoet (
Offline) - Published: March 25th, 2017 13:08
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Comments1
Wow it's different really complex and interesting. Liked the start keep writing.
Cheers man. I'm still trying to figure out what it means to be honest. I have an idea & it made sense at the time....
Yea sometimes it's like that. But keep at it and it will form itself like this Piece. The more meaning the better I say.
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