Feeling so weak, my hunger enslaved.
Moving out now, it's fresh meat that I crave...

Heading out the door,
Getting ready for the everyday grind...

City torn apart by two gangs
buildings burned to the ground...

Opening the door,
As they Move in fast...

Things drop in from time to time,
Large loads and little loads...

Slipping through the dark of night,
Floating on a path of fear and fright...

Back Nine Holes Of Miniature Golf
Hole ten: Starting this hole, better then the last...

First Nine Holes of Miniature Golf.
Hole One: Easy, as it goes straight in...

Break of daylight,
As a new day dawns...

As I start this poem, I must tell you this,
My girl has my heart, I'm in total happiness...

I give my life,
To you my Lord...

I long for the day...
I long for the day... when I can say these words...