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Dark Child


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I was born to fail,

But that's ok.

All I do is run and bail,

Atleast that's what they say.

 

My father doesn't care,

My brother's are drunks.

Not one is brave enough to dare,

To try to be something other than punks.

 

I'm the wrench thrown in the gears,

Everything was great.

Then i came here,

But it's alright mate.

 

I've got one foot stuck in the gutter,

The other in my grave.

I make your stomache flutter,

Just hold on and be brave.

 

The worst is yet to come,

You thought you'd seen it all.

Just hide behind your mum,

And becareful that you don't fall!

 

The dark child is on the scene,

You haven't seen anything like this before.

No one so twisted and mean,

So rotted and cold at the core.

 

:sword: Morbid Angel :sword:

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I always enjoy readin your poems Morbid Angel. There is a certain alluring quality to the way in which you write. If only I had more time to browse these forums I would have caught them all (your poems).

 

[q]I've got one foot stuck in the gutter,

The other in my grave.

I make your stomache flutter,

Just hold on and be brave.[/q]

 

Is a stroke of genius. What great lines these are!

 

Born to fail,

Its not okay,

Weak and frail,

In winds of time we sway.

 

Though fathers may swear,

Some brothers are skunks :)

We still love and care,

For we're more than mere punks!

 

Wrench thrown in the gears,

To play around with fate,

But to allay your fears,

We offer love, not hate.

 

Born in the gutter,

Will end in the grave,

We stumble and stutter,

And some souls we do save.

 

Over years we doth come,

Across time we do call,

Not to wise nor to dumb,

But to those who do fall...

 

Even where darkness has been,

There are stars at its core,

Marking lightly the nightly scene...

One we have visit-ed before.

 

*hugs*

 

:wolf:

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