Prayer

Prayer

A Poem by Indra's Child

I'd like to thank the someone there,
For making sure that I don't care
Sunday is our day of rest,
Sunday is our day of best.
I'd like to thank the up above,
For all this awesome f*****g stuff.
Sunday is my day of protest,
Sunday is your day of test.
I wish to wish upon myself,
Guitar god skills and good wealth-
Sunday is your personal best
Someday you'll see the unrest!
If you can't seem to fill your head,
With drama and action, until you're dead-
Take your medicine go to hell,
We only care about what's best
For you

© 2018 Indra's Child


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Added on August 7, 2018
Last Updated on August 7, 2018

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Indra's Child
Indra's Child

Oakland, CA



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I just want to wake up from the dream. "Hi. It's me. I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I imagine you can also feel me. You won't have to search for me anymore. I'm done running. Done hid.. more..

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