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A Vision In Black


I had this vision That you had died The most horrible of deaths You lay there cut into two And your entire being covered in red I found you in your car The place this crime took place I could see in your now dead eyes A man who had never been And I cried a thousand rivers When I came upon your corpse I had no idea what to do So I climbed into your car Then lay by your side And let myself become red I held you in my arms To try and bring you back to life Even though I knew You had been gone a long time I didn't want to believe this I had this thought As I screamed for you That somewhere you could Hear me mourn my loss Of a life that never could've been When someone found us Lying there colored in the red I had no words to describe the scene Of you cut into half And me in such hysterics They called the police And a coroner to state The time of your premature death An ambulance carried me away Because I didn't want to leave you I couldn't bear to see you That way all sewn up And preserved in your coffin So I sat in the farthest pew Of you father's church to pray As the pastor said his prayer For God to take you away From this world and place you In his own I got upset They didn't know you hated roses It was quite a decrepit vision To have while I was daydreaming As I looked upon the crowd I observed a mass of black garb It was then I knew I was fully awake
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Shaynah Woody
Hey there citizens around the world! How about we STOP talking on our phones while driving? Lets learn from our mistakes rather then hoping it doesn't happen to us. No message is more important than an unfinished life.

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