scrubbing the walls
so much red
got to get it done
well befoe bed
my hands are sore
my body cold
i beg my mind
to say its ok
jesus sign next to my scrubbing
i want ti done before
i start
to start sobbing
jesus loves
this is what it says
yet i know
my pain leaves that jesus in bed
he dont know me
how could he
cause i the
kid who says no to him
the red all goen now
yet i covered in shit
don matta what i do
this night aint ended jus yit
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We really like the style this one was written in, inspite of the pain. THanks for sharing.
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