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' she paints her eyes as black as night now
pulls those shades down tight
she gives a smile when da pain comes
da pain's gonna make ev'rything alright
says she talks to angels
they call her out by her name
oh yeah, she talks to angels
says they call her out by her name '
-- the blackcrowes[w/o perms]
it's been quite a while since i put something up for dz page......tho what am putting up now i did years back......i was trying to clean my constantly messy[not to mention filthy] crib......several days ago....among my old comic books.....in between da pages of ever so caring LOBO[dc]....there it was....an old bond paper...in it are drawings....yep...LOBO shouting....a skinhead guy....slash of guns 'n roses....though if i can recall right i was trying to draw undertaker back then.....other scribbles.....name of bands that i listen to....a half finished calculation...of my grade in theology i think....a list of possible report topics....& da names of my group mates.....that's da front......da back had dz thing that i wrote....i know that i dozed off for a couple of hours or so that night....back then i still dream....i awoke soaked...sweating like hell....but da feeling wasn't that of fright....i wasn't scared......DISBELIEF......wasn't able to go back to sleep....i worked on dz piece that am gonna share to ye now........it came about coz of a vision...long ago....but it seems to me that it fits my life[if ye can call it that] right now......
my mind's working,my heart too...barely.....i can feel it inside me, my body's so frail..., my soul wants to bail.....before everything comes to a fail...
know what my lord, think i'm from the valley, or from the dark tower...maybe..just from a not so pure plain...you should know... you took me there and placed me here...what were you thinking...not all that's been purified stay pure...
taint seeks the tainted....now i know, it is upon me...it is upon us...i'll go..they'll go....we'll all go..but....us...the tainted ones will remain within your grasp...
a day, a night....it surely will come.....when i.....one of the unpures....gaze upon your light....and she with that waif of a body will bring thee to my knees....as the tears of crimson turn to rain....blood turns to flood....it'll be proven that she's an angel of god
i'd still be of the dark....even when she's in sight,..yet it could be known that life can't be as lovely if there's no black...to her white...no death to her life.....to her..... i'll keep on trying to prove that as a fact...only i will repeatedly die...as she keeps on moving with that killer smile.......
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