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The Storms Of Life
To every prayer that had been said
Let the truth be told then read,
Although many years had passed still one has every bit of reason to grasp,
The storms of life
Amidst the given strife,
Upon reaching the holidays many suicides are occuring throughout our land !
You better stop your worrying then trying to stick it to the man,
At night we often hear voices in our heads,
Like that of Aleister Crowley did as he talked with the dead,
Then sending quite a bit of fright,
Many having viscious hanging teeth drippping blood as they bite !
Through Shutter's Peak with that valley now reached,
Many will encounter the storms of life,
Throughout a unique quality of timeless chatter intact,
Your dear old pops forgot to adjust his ladder ?
Depart from me all you evil doer's !
Such are all the enemy's of the cross,
This was no found tragic loss,
Many times in my past I had every bit of reason to grasp,
A notion of inner thought by which one could even ponder..,
Perhaps a common inner call up a yonder ?
Throughout the variation between space then that of time,
One has created a very elegant type of rhyme,
Some say it's just best to stay with the devil they have ?
Then to even venture with the one they don't even know,
Others simply shuffle off to Buffalo !
Such as that of Edgar Allan Poe !
It goes to show in this desensitized culture,
"It's not who who know but rather who they blow ? "
"Nameless here forevermore !'
The loss of that his dearest Lenore,
With every right to know..,
Many have turned inward then escalated in the bitter silence of it's given moment in time..,
The storms of life come then they will eventually go right out to sea forever more !
thank you it's lyle alzado hub caption,
already out thanks !
"Storms of life"
Some people are respectable
Some people are a joy
you want to find them and be there for them as much as
because of others like that
is why when you have a day your
not going to continue with a purpose
you find someone who it really matters too.
Some people really need what you have
to offer, the parable is finding and sticking
with the ones that it really matters too.
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