Poem #3: Another

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Another axe to grind
Another mile to run
Another day to get over
12 hours of pain

To get going again
Is that what it feels like to you
That life is too bad to be true
That there is no rainbow.

Coming out of the gray and blue
Rain without rainbows
Raw eggs but no cake
When you put your all, your everything

Your soul to be burned at the stake
Now its just icy darkness and raging fire and a whirl of nightmares
Dark horses riding off through the night
And you know that its you

Putting up your
very last fight.

Every baby who is born, can live
Every life must come to an end
Extending perinially into the fires of Hell
Or the soft golden streets of eternal Heaven
It is and remains
Your choice.

Your choice
Who you want to give your heart to
Be it the Devil or the Lord of all creation
Who you want
To spend eternity with.

Just be warned.
I don't like to preach, but I wanted to give you a
Verse inspired by the God of the sky above you
The God who brings feelings into your heart
And sends poop out of your butt
To remind you that no human beings perfect.

Just the fact alone
That you are a machine
Capable of pitless emotions and convuluted reasoning
And able to move a weight of 110+ pounds

Without the build of a bodybuilder
That should be enough
To tell you Who
The Creator of you is.

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