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[title] => Symphony
[time] => 2015-05-29 23:33:02
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[bodytext] => I can’t make you understand me and everything that I stand for… I can’t help you walk the distance my shoes have traveled. I can’t piece the words together that will help you understand me and even more. Not even all the oils and acrylics in the world could paint you the portrait of my past, I can’t make you understand why when others cry I seem to laugh, Why my benevolence is disguised by this petulance. I can’t help you, if you wont even dignify me with a gesture of reverence. And yet these chords, that chorus, these lines those hard strings, The symphony of a demon with no wings, I can’t help you see the struggle, I can’t piece together my life like yesterdays riddle and tomorrows puzzle. I won’t be there to protect you during the genocide I won’t be there to hold you when then they hang you for the petitions you fought for, and for all the glory you gave him while you testified. But take heed and let me guide your way, Allow me to be your light in the dark, Allow me to be that ember to ignite that spark… Allow me to be your feet when they begin to drag and you begin to fall I will help you run your good race as I did for Paul. I’ve done everything I could do… And yet through it all… I can only pray for my salvation, As I play these chords, and sing this song, and play these notes against these hard steel strings, The final symphony of an angel who lost his wings. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 239 [topic] => 11 [informant] => desciple [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChristianPoetry )
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