Nice dude..My grandma passed away thanks giving and I've done a lot of reflecting cause she was my gaurdian since I was 4 years old...
a strait menace, that elevates a sentance tha second she says it,
drops-tha-ball as an au-di-ble angel with his wings extended,
a single feather falls softly, tha weathers a dark scene,
her voice isnt yet heard, but tha looks she give are godly,
a cult follows me like Ghandi, over mountains and across seas,
givien tha word i could have every follower kamakazee,
frozen tear drops fall, glimmer in their decent,
shimmer where their wept, a winter in a sense,
tha halo over my head is bent, crooked to tha side,
look at how it shines, in tha dead of the night,
playing harps while sitting on a cloud, mystic types of sound,
lend a hand to those in need, to citizens back on ground,
a guardian angel grabs Satan and horribly strangles-
him-until-he-goes-limp and hopes it was probably fatal,
i bring comfort to those who are sinners alone,
in their dark sanctuary i bring a glimmer of hope,
ice in my veins, my face is cold,
wanna come meet me? follow tha road paved with gold,
and save your soul, before tha Reaper lasso's your neck,
and your being dragged through tha vally in tha shadow of death,
what makes you think i cant stop hoards of Demons,
birth to death, i was tha one who watched over Jesus,
im angelik, didntcha notice how im floatin?
i was one of the many who help Moses part the ocean,
this is nothing fake, no smoke and mirrors n stuff,
dont disbeleive when ya see Virgin Mary statue cry tears of blood,
you know deep inside, when u die ill shurley wait,
as your soul acends upon us an you reach tha pearly gates...
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Originally posted by FabianC
I used to love Christmas & the holiday season,
But I look at my life now & can't see much reason;
To enjoy that special time, I so much love,
My only Christmas wish now is that Someone watches from above;
No more decorated trees or wonderful smells,
Only screams & yells echoing through prison cells;
Gone with the exchanging of gifts & merriment galore,
I stare at the walls & cold hard floor;
No more visions of Santa & his reindeer,
Just a time of chaos, sadness & fear;
I think of this season, how much I'm missing,
All the Christmas carols & mistletoe kissing;
So now I find it hard, to celebrate this day,
While I sit in my cell, I try to find a way;
To cheer myself up & get out of this hole,
All my time in prison is taking it's toll;
I call out for help amidst this violence,
but you can't hear me, my scream is my silence;
Day after day I try to cope,
Knowing the ones I hold close are my only hope;
So with family & friends I treasure so dear,
I conjure up the strength to endure a New Year.
Brandon Wade Hein '97
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