The Devil Made Me Do It

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Submitted by Nathan A. Carr on Wed, 01/30/2013 - 11:35pm
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Ha, Ha, the blood that is is the Devil in my hand

Oh the warmth that is what never once was

But withheld is the public pariade with me.

So what it is it or what it willl be

Or so may probly make maby.

Who pay to time 

Who's thoughts may be

Damned is mine

To blined to see.

So waterloged I fall and others weap

But under cardboard I do still sleap

Like a dirty lost sheep

I too could be found ,

...But the blood on my hands

Showes where I'm bound.

 

Behind The Poem: 

Just because I'm white,  never means  haven't seen people die for no reason.  I have battles to,  that means I fight'.. not kill,    unless it means the life of our kids  forgive and let live,  but attempt to touch my kids, well I'll singe your asshole up with a branding iron shut and feed you untill I seeyour intestine explode inside your  ribcage,  so  please ,  don't hurt my kids


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Nikki's picture
Submitted by Nikki on Thu, 01/31/2013 - 3:23pm.

nice

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Submitted by Nathan A. Carr on Fri, 02/01/2013 - 12:04am.

nice aye,  what critisism do you have after all what does the whole meaning meam

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Submitted by Nathan A. Carr on Fri, 02/01/2013 - 12:09am.

nice aye,  what critisism do you have after all what does the whole meaning meam