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On the edge of six feet down
Clutches marker words of stone Doesn’t understand the why Never could now can’t atone Little boy blue is lost on you Doesn’t follow unspoken rules Cannot be the man so young Open scorn a hatred fueled Abandoned child left to fly Little Mary he dared to cry Ridiculed for spine so weak Secret garden gets him high Donning robe of black and white Forced to swallow head held tight Can’t confess now must suppress Watches father bless the night On the edge of six feet down Clutches rope why cast in stone Hears the angels call for him Surrenders now to world unknown |
Soooo?
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Very very deep. Really thought provoking.
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Alright, the lyric was okay, but I like Stapp lyrics more than Alex's. (Alex Band = front man in The Calling). After all, this is a Creed board. |
It's just a title for my poem, extreme lithium. It has nothing to do the band The Calling. And this is the Creative Corner forum where people can post their creative musings.
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Oh, sorry... The funny thing about it is that Alex could've wrote it, his lyrics often kind of seem like... That! :D Well the lyric were... Well, good. I better check here often, maybe I could post a lyric of mine.
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LOL, well, thanks, Lith, I think ;)...I really don't know many of The Calling's songs. I'll have to check them out some more.
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Yeah, actually you're a little mini-Alex! :D I'm more like a mini-Stapp! :smokin:
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Hehehehe...you should post some of your stuff here. It's fun to read what's going on in other people's heads.
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Of course I will! :D I'll just check my PM first! :D
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Another great one by Dogstar! That was deep, as Teri said.
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Thanks, you guys!!
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Another wonderful poem Kerri! :clap:
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