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The BeachBy GunpowderPlot(30) With chains attached, I grasp at ghosts, With bricks on back, I gaze the coast. I can’t escape the master’s eye, This is my life led ’til I die. I follow those still with and gone, The way it takes is not the one. I see the place, just out of reach, My paradise lies at the beach. How can it be all hope is lost? They set the price, I pay the cost. With sweat on brow beneath the sun, I fall on knees; pray to the one. But no replies as I proceed, “Gods on your side,” the good books read. Despite the gospel prophets teach, God will not take me to the beach. With master’s stare direct at me, I think he knows I should be free. His eyes dismiss, can’t take the fact, Then lays his whip across my back. My limits reached, can’t take the pains, I drop my bricks, they break my chains! When I have flown, their own to each- But I found paradise at the beach. This Blog Post has been read 1 times. Posted to ProBlogs.com on Monday, January 01, 2007 View other posts by GunpowderPlot Comments on this blog post: No comments yet. Leave a Public Comment or Question: Antimatter The Time is Now... The Book of Matthew It’s Like That! Coming closer to the edge Understand Created Blog |
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