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[title] => Assuming and choices
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[bodytext] => Why me All the time it is me What will you do now What can you do next Do you understand Must I help And the look on her face The expression on her face Like an open book Ready to be read Reading O that little one She may be old Little she is I must help her all the way Until she is turning around In her grave On this moment I ’am already decomposing Though nobody can smell the rotting flesh Not even her But always me Or so it seems Then I must say It seems a lot then And why Why must she know about my appointments anyway Those are my affairs not hers Why is she meddling Because she must She must do nothing It is an choice Though with the wrong choice People begin to irritate Though even with the good one People begin to irritate So there is neither an good nor an wrong choice Well maybe there is Because with one there are lesser problems Than the other But do we make an choice Or is everything already made Do we just assume we can make choices The same as we assume one will go to the heavens With wings on his back Singing psalm songs and kumbaya my lord With Jesus and God in the middle When we have lived an good life Or that spiked chains will drag us through the earth Showing all the sins we have done in our life’s Until you stop on solid ground Seeing fellow sinners as slaves to the Devil All is assumed Nothing is really knowing The same as saying heaven is white Maybe it is yellow, purple or even red and black And maybe hell is green, brown or even white and bleu So to can I assume that she is seeing me Like an little child Though in fact She wants to help me On her own way Though I dislike it Maybe it is her way Or it was already decided for her I can only assume that Nothing more Nothing less Only assuming And so still I ‘am turning around in my own grave Now only with my bones And an stench you do not wish to smell Is everything we know and what we do based on Assuming and choices [comments] => 1 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 13 [informant] => naijerana [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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