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John

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this is my "school" (band: August Burns Red; song: The Balance) All these ideas keep swimming, running through your head. Quick, we’ll drown them with this fix. The dose to stop your shaking, the one to silence your voice. Just take it and you’ll be fine. Calm, relaxed, obedient, just the way we want you. Your thoughts are ours to manipulate. Your actions are ours to control. Your opinions are a thing of the past, so tilt your head back and swallow this. You’ve become a real team player, a real class act. No one cares about your identity. Open wide, here it comes. This prescription makes you perfect. (end of song) --Well wouldn't you like to know?? read it: "Forgiven" by John (me)"I contemplated life. I contemplated death. I tried topull a reason for my every breath. Then, I turned to youso you could entertain; instead, in return, all I got waspain. From the inside you tore me apart. You came into me.You stabbed at my heart. Then He gave me a gift to changeme from within, to turn away from you, to turn away fromsin. You've gotten the attention of the sinner that is me.You opened my eyes so that I could see all the lies thatI used to live. You're the One who'll save me, the Onewho'll forgive. Forgive me now for what I've done [Thattempting trigger, the "savior" gun]. So far away, Ithought I was lost. Now, my heart broken, it turned intorust. I know You can heal it and wipe from it all thepain, and me, stop being a loss and start being a gain.So, please forgive me. Forgive me now. Change me into Youand show me how."i play guitar and i like girls. nuff said. ask me bout it if you REALLY want to know.

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first blog, and i dont care what you post. i'll talk about almost anythin, so shoot.
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Your mind: made of gold. But what you sold was your soul. Your heart: it's so cold. And yet you hold a spirt bold. How is it though, that you know? Yet you grow only sorrow. You turn your head away an...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Jan 2009 18:05:00 GMT