Breaking back with the way you react,
holding on to things of the past.
Winding down a wriggly road,
of fame, and blah, and then the show.
She silenced her mouth, as she watches the crowd.
Dreaming of a way to get out.
Dreaming of horror, of a dark hallways.
Dreaming of death, not in a good way.
Roughing her up, just for the fun.
She closes her eyes, since her nightmare begun.
No escape, no pure way out.
She's slowing dieing from the inside out.
Her knight seems so far away,
She's feel likes she has been laid to rest in this place.
As the past is back to haunt her now,
She chooses her savior to get her out.
Shes passes the test , she worn out now.
This dark past death, is gone from her now.
She whispers " goodbye this time, you lost the game"
Cause she knows the death will come back,
and beckon her name.
Her knight will rise, and win that same way.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
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"We are pressed, but not crushed,
Persecuted, but not abandoned,
Struck down, but not destroyed.
Though the sorrow may last for the night,
His joy comes in the morning."
Keep seeking His face and listening to His voice!
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