February 15, 2011 at 08:53 pm
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Thunderstorm and stephen_werdna 18 Ice bottle
Teardrop by Teardrop hoping of forgotten souls, Wishing and wanting to be made wholeAll have been sealed away in a bottle.
Forgotten hearts, forgotten battles,No time like the Forgotten Soul of the tears of the Familes who has lost their forgotten ones.
All the deaths of their beloved daughters and their beloved sons,they have scarificed Their badges of honor and their medals to bring Home this Victory of honor rejoice and Hope.
But their lives were cut short while they were on the edge hanging by a rope,Stranded by their pride and their lusting heart .
They met the end but can no longer start,They bleed and sweat cried out for the hallows grave.
Hoping for their lost souls to be saved,to Express The enteral Flame will show which path to go you pick 2 paths 1 path to Heaven or the other path straight to the fiery death .
That's why you need to savor and enjoy each and every breath,Before you ever see the light enjoy the last very moments of your life.
Don't get caught up in the suffering and the strife,To reach your last inch breath of life Dig a shallow grave.
Achieve your dreams and follow that paths you've paved,then maybe once you have achieve don't choose Death stare at death in the eye.
Choose the hellos and not the goodbyes,
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