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Heaven can wait


 

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Heaven can wait


For I was a guest, I agree.
In your house by the rocks and stream.
You had seduced my every need, my heart, my treat.
For now i think, think of thee. Casting stones for free.
How blemish and cheers then would shout!
The death of a patriot, without a shot.
None fired, nothing for gained, I this hellish game.
Just the tyrani of your lies, brutally contrived.
All throughout my brain.
Deceit, malice, abuse by word, direct to be Shure.
Tearing down our seed, I could not be heard.
Mention not any of this I knows, no not ever. 
For shame on you, shame to you.
For they would understand those throw,
Of murder and hate, revenge, your heart is dark,
You think your above all that is worth.
In and on this heaven and earth, you think you are god.
No value did you ever conceive.
None ever, not even in me.

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