Eternity Setting, by George Chow
Choices were made for the mighty options.
A job in the name of Jesus Christ.
Or go back home where I have missed.
Maybe stay on earth for a while with Star Wars.
to places i go..
The white washes off my bitter past.
Yet this cycle is not the same,
and the wounds give senses over the flesh.
Thoughts of death may just take me,
for a short cut to where I belong.
But the time is always there for me,
be ready for eternity.
I can not imagine how the wild flower grow in the spring.
I can not imagine how I hide frome the white Sun in summer.
I can not imagine how far for me to travel in Autum.
I can not imagine how those good food taste to warm the
Never would expecting a guest,
I have long forgotten I died, I die as well.
At this moment of waiting,
no drugs, no lust, no order, no creed.
as I stood firm with so long I have gone here.
as I sit strong with my mind watching the view.
A stag of knife may cut love to bleed.
One day we meet again,
without hand shakes,
There is nothing to mension,
without remember all the names pass by yet i knew..
|Posted: 2011-12-23 21:54:50 UTC|
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