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Die In My Prayers
"Die In My Prayers"
I've never had much, but what I had I've lost/
My heart turned cold, then the cold turnt to frost
The frost turned to ice, and iced up my eyes/
Lonely on the inside, I walked around blind
People talked their advice, but I couldn't hear what they said/
Cause walking the darkside, I could talk with the dead
All the thoughts in my head, had me thinking pure evil/
Premeditated steps, to the removal of people
Who I felt did me wrong, never belonging I roamed/
So many years crying tears, yet clinging to hope
Cause it's all that I had, that an a pad and a pen/
Now it all seems sad, but it mattered back then
So I'd never change back then, and I ain't mad at them/
Payback was in pen, and it weren't an accident
Step by step, I've climbed these stairs/
So when I breathe my last breath, I'll die in my prayers.
Copyright 2010 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
I've never had much, but what I had I've lost/
My heart turned cold, then the cold turnt to frost
The frost turned to ice, and iced up my eyes/
Lonely on the inside, I walked around blind
People talked their advice, but I couldn't hear what they said/
Cause walking the darkside, I could talk with the dead
All the thoughts in my head, had me thinking pure evil/
Premeditated steps, to the removal of people
Who I felt did me wrong, never belonging I roamed/
So many years crying tears, yet clinging to hope
Cause it's all that I had, that an a pad and a pen/
Now it all seems sad, but it mattered back then
So I'd never change back then, and I ain't mad at them/
Payback was in pen, and it weren't an accident
Step by step, I've climbed these stairs/
So when I breathe my last breath, I'll die in my prayers.
Copyright 2010 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
Published 3rd Feb 2022
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3rd Feb 2022 7:10pm
I can relate to this very much. The power of the pen and paper.
When you come from nothing and only have your words to offer.
Your mind is the most valuable commodity and bestowed upon you for free.
No one can take it from you. It's yours.
Sorry to keep going on and on but this really spoke to me:)
Great write!
When you come from nothing and only have your words to offer.
Your mind is the most valuable commodity and bestowed upon you for free.
No one can take it from you. It's yours.
Sorry to keep going on and on but this really spoke to me:)
Great write!
4th Feb 2022 5:04pm
I think this represents how everybody feels when they are most down. You should try LSD or some other sort of psychedelic hallucinogen. Thinking about happy positive things when you trip can literally heal you. It's quite inspirational as well.
Everybody should trip and have a psychedelic experience at least once.....most especially if you are a poet.
I did like reading this.
Everybody should trip and have a psychedelic experience at least once.....most especially if you are a poet.
I did like reading this.
