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Contemplating life and death,
concentrating every breath
towards one task.
forwards! none ask
if emotions remain.
if explosions can stain
the very depths of this being.
tears wept, but none seeing
the crimson mess, just flowing.
we\'ve been stressed, but still going
on with life, planned, but unseen.
strong with life, damned, but undeemed
mine by the neck, grasping.
as reality sets, hands clasping.
veins pulsing, beating with blood.
veins closing, slower than should.
so with sight fading
in this life, waiting
for the perfect moment to light,
for the sepent\'s moment to strike
the heel of the dead.
the wheel has been fed
in a blind rage,
in a minds page
with the mess on the lawn.
but bless it, it\'s gone.
marked by heaven or hell.
dark, but never to tell
the end to mine.
but friend be wise
in your descisions
\'cause pure collisions
happen moreoften than not.
Have you forgotten the spot
where i had left,
where you had wept
the bloody tears?
but the miry fears
yet remain,
and i bet restain
the very soul and soul
that did depart. but console
the friend that lies weeping,
the end that lie\'s keeping
from the very girl
and the very world
that brought it in and about,
shall bring it in... take it out.
the truth unknown.
now mute, but still grown
into a whole.
but into a hole
with the weak.
but the meak
have assumed the worst,
what looms is curse
in their minds.
but you\'ll find
weak and fragile,
sleek and agile,
from a to z,
from you to me
in this world of ours.
in this swirl of cars
with their heads through the glass,
with the dead in a mass
destruction of these lands
and the junction of these lands.
but the stinch of death
and the switch of breath
is bound to eternity.
what lie\'s infront of me...
lost souls with no peace,
common foes with no lease
on life as it is,
on wife and the kids.
but the truth soon to find...
soon with time

My friend wrote it so yeah tell me wat you think of her stuff