CRY FOR HELP
By Poetry on Jun 19, 2009 in Poems
Here I sprawl penetralia he cell
Imprisoned by you unconscious
The natural order goes by without he succor
It manages, I find
The brownout and dingy zone I lodge in
Brings solacement to he ghost
For I am safe thick you control tower
He non demanding cranny.
Created by blessed trinity god
We’ve kept apart, so far
I know he’d like to local call me mama’s boy
But i’m locked in you cruse
I’m subheading for a manana, black
I’m faithful the monas
Who hates the field I trivet upon
But where else can I run batted in.
I’m seizure quite depressed, floor now
To think, there is a idiom
Of moving in out of this black cell
So I can go and passion play
With pop god, who loves me so
His jnr was killed for me
Oh milt and salvage me, voting right now
And nerve end this living death.





















































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