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a poem about the christian beliefs
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O, Fighting ManO, Righteous Man;Do you do the things you say you can?Do you keep the promises that you make?Do you fulfill the vows you take?O, Fighti..
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she kisses me with her eyes wide open
then she tells me that there's no use
hoping
cause she believes it when she says she
believes in nothing
an..
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Nothing, what a fearsome blade,
by which our lives will end.
But think of thinking Nothing-
where can I begin?
Not dark nor light nor hot nor col..
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She hunts at night, on Quiet Nights,
and stalks the scent of fear.
She cuts for blood, to never wake,
for silence knows the fate of those
few who..
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It's those Quiet Nights through which I find
my eyes are held wide open.
And my mind's alive throughout the night,
through dark and soundless whis..
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I wrote this with Loki feels
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A poem for Casquatch
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My favourite colour is
red.
My favourite colour is
red.
My favourite person is
dead…
Mommy told me to g..
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I’m pretty sure I’m dying, but I really don’t mind
While there’s nothing to look forward to,
..
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