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ROY SULLIVAN
Some of us don't need to dance in the storm.
Not all of us can withstand heaven's heat.
Sometimes death can't help itself to warn.
Roy was one of those,that death let cheat.
Seven is perfected.
Count how many scars.
I'm sure you'd find a pattern.
Within the lightning burns.
A penny for your life.
A bullet for your thoughts.
How could love do this to a man,
whom harnessed lightning bolts?
Not all of us can withstand heaven's heat.
Sometimes death can't help itself to warn.
Roy was one of those,that death let cheat.
Seven is perfected.
Count how many scars.
I'm sure you'd find a pattern.
Within the lightning burns.
A penny for your life.
A bullet for your thoughts.
How could love do this to a man,
whom harnessed lightning bolts?
Published 2nd Jun 2013
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