My Way
It's the devil doing his work, he's looking at us, and feeds on sadness. Waiting for all of us to break down to tears but, we can overcome the devil. Look forward to Christ for help, and good fortune in life. My way goes smooth throughout the day, with Christ on the way. So which way you carry yourself, from life to death.
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Keenenman
Poetry became away to express how I felt back in my high school days but since then it has become a passion of mine. I write them for others, etc. I hope to someday get my poems out for the world to see!
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