Thank you!

My Father seems to know what I think
He keeps my Soul above the brink
Of life and it's daily toll of drink.

His direction doesn't find my time this night,
As I slip solidly down within this fright,
And wait until the dawn's sunlight.

My Father, I ask you keep me well,
As my life has been a living hell;
Dear Father, in Service to you I fell,

And wondered about Australia
With my friend Ricky and listeria,
I sleep, and join the hysteria...




Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2011-02-22 at 06:22

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