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bomaaaron

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

2 poems·Since December 2016
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face on the wall

January 6, 2017
Chief pretender my name is called Master bench wormer He called me the second time So load it is When the pastor was ministering So calm the people are Making me as white as snow I a dignity Became a lunatic Moving my head anticlockwise From 180 to 360 Calculating the bearing From which this load voice That sound so silent to people Is coming from How long will you make my heart bleed How long will you make me cry How long will it take you to know Your life is not yours Creator dying for creature Such a dinamic love How much did you pay me A sun without a piler How much did you pay me Sleeping and waking up How much did you pay me Life after death How much did you pay me Salvation All you gave me Fake life I was force to say Show your face Face on the wall They call me Change,I will wait I won't let you go You are my price You are my suffering I see all Face on the wall
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