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Premonition I have these dreams Of violence & death I close my eyes But still cant rest Where it ends You can probably guess I'm a girl at the dance With blood on her dress What i want I cant have What i need isnt mine Now i feel crazy For COLUMBINE If theres a God Where could He be? Why is faith The only thing free? Do not fear death But pain I can feel Sometimes I think This just isnt real There are angry forces after me I hear their voices But its mom i see What is so bad about dying? I think that God is lying Cause a preacher at his sunday best Is just a pedophile Taking a rest The more i see of life And the more i know No one really cares Its just polite to say so All these women Keep having these kids One's not enough To enjoy & live So then they breed One after another And as they grow They dont resemble each other People are cancer There is no cure But im just a dancer In a broken mirror... Priest pleads guilty more ...
honey sheperd on oct 26, 2006 county coroner revealed honey sheperd had died ... but angels don't they just go to help 'karma turn the tide'. |