...the pistols aim at Christians...
We live in a world That depressing as crap, We try to make new friends But get stabbed in the back O and the popular crew
...Christian Powers...
You know who you are... The man I’ve always known, Even when I was lost I knew that you were my home.. I grew up a simple life
Whats the point of Speaking If the audience is absent, Take a seat and listen There’s no need to be average You write a few lines
Am I your conscience?... Whom I might think I’m not, Locked up inside... This empty mi… I have created this box Pain emerged from love
Driven with insults Consumed inside pain, Lashed out by others ...Look what I became. I love and I hate
Dear Luke, The war has begun The veterans are waiting, The navy is away And distant soldiers are sailing.
I shiver like a wet dog Thrown Into icy rain, I waited more than a lifetime ...but the reaper never came. It’s as if life has a circle
All I’ve ever wanted... Ever since I was even a child, Was to hear a little voice Call me “dad”....and smile I’d picture, I’d laugh,
Burry me fifty feet Into the the earths surface, sell me while I’m asleep To these dangerous merchants I’m a surgeon with these knives...…
Under my bed lies A monster with red eyes, He infuriates me so much With a heart of despise, He wastes his days
The woman in my dream Wears a white gown, Mended by The High Angels Tears bring the color out This girl, this magnificence
Clowns and acrobats murderers and peace, rip my vocal chords out call it cable TV going through a nightmare
Throughout the fear I’ve lived a happy life, I’ve mesmerized the girls w the poems that i write my Words are truth
As I tip toe across the bones of a broken masterpiece, shaken like an earthquake blood rain catastrophe holding my hands down
Shaken through this storm Rattled like a snake, Thrown around like a toy Who cares if I break Slaughter these lines
All the women listen up... Look in the mirror Tell me what you see, I see a beautiful woman You say “it’s hard to believe”
We all have our demons Mine seem to speak... “Corruption and love Broken hearts and Jealousy” We all claim to live
“Inspiration” You know Ive tried all the method… Wrote many times, On occasion I wrote poems That saved peoples lives,
Tis I... The poor orphan, Abandoned Like a dog, A baby on a porch In a basket with cloth...
A dream is all I need you see The reality when parents leave... The wickedness of ghostly deeds Will steal your soul just like a t… In the night alone, cold as you sl…
Broken by the outspoken... focused on by all emotion Devoted to open oceans only cuz I find it potent... Blown away by all the tokens
I love like I lost Because we grew close... Feel the wind on my face, Dog tags in my soul... I stand and salute
Down the backroads I go with my father by my side, Riding from the dump Instead sundays were for the guys Mowing the grass all morning
Excuses, excuses flank his crooked lies, Black crows resemble fear as if its first fear is to fly. His life is but nothing
He seems to sit through agony, swimming in its pain, for such a tragic era has refrained from its domain. He locks himself in a room
...christian henri saade...
