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PASSING THROUGH
Contributed by
walt
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Tuesday, 16th September 2003 @ 10:25:00 PM in AEST
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From voices rising high
There comes a pitiful cry
Begging of some to die
I wonder why
Like shadows burning light
From the sick of night
I heard it isnt right
Let them die
Screaming bombs find their mark
In the valley a small park
Children spread everywhere
Only the camera cares
What is this world of fear
How can the pain be cured
Rule the day of life
You claimed you tried
No I will not see
The creature you made of me
A slave to the dollar sign
Whats yours is now mine
Simple day in death row
Faith of god watch it grow
Now I say is the time to pray
For whats left this day
Voices of the after life
Cut the pretty like a knife
One by one they come
As the pain is done
Shadows long gone
Ended like a song
All will accept
Some will repent
I JUST MOVE TO THE END OF THE LINE
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walt
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2003-09-16 22:25:00]
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Re: PASSING THROUGH
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by jaeann on
Wednesday, 17th September 2003 @ 04:38:08 PM AEST
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| voices of the after life......spooky real!!!! |
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