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"A Walk to Remember"
That fateful day, when angels came to take me away,
Walking to class at two, I was blasting my tunes
And never saw that gray truck racing my way.
Went to cross the street, and across from me
I looked up to see that gray truck braking too late...
They say life flashes in an instant, and it must be true,
Cause my eyesight switched to a rustic view
Full of grays and browns with a touch of blue.
It was a new feeling, of course,
Surreal in its force,
When suddenly I was in a room with doctors, kneeled in remorse,
As they panicked over a baby being choked by its umbilical cord.
In a rush they cut it, pulled and got me out,
Before recessitating me with a miniature version of mouth to mouth.
Ever since then, I've had my bouts with doubt,
But I've been a survivor since day one, I'd just found it out.
Eighth birthday, Pops had built me a fort in the trees
Well, more like a room, but that's all that was important to me,
Until a loose board broke in half
The ground broke my fall, and I broke a bone in my knee.
I stood there and watched myself screaming in pain
As Mom rushed from the kitchen yelling Jesus's name,
Dad took me to the hospital,
And the current version of me ended up freezing in rain,
On the side of the highway, by a bridge bleeding with ice
When I noticed our old Blazer speeding at me in the heat of the night.
I watched the tires slide,
Flip twice and slide over a mile on the ceiling to a sweeping ravine.
I watched the jaws of life go to work on the car,
Heard the anguish, could almost feel the hurt from afar
Pulled through shattered glass,
I picked up strings of prayer laced in the words in the dark.
Ten years later, wasted from a beer pong streak of wins
And innocent conversations from a meet and greet with friends
Until the guns filled the room,
Hinting at my instincts that I'd reached the end.
My life was never all it could've been, I never asked for shit,
Made a humble living with the friends I made from my sarcastic wit.
But I wasn't shot, sure I talked some shit
But my head survived the force of the automatic's whip.
And now I stand, baffled over events that occured
The Deaths I'd weasled out of ever since I was birthed
That's when the epiphany hit
And I felt God had a plan for my stint on this Earth.
Until that fateful day, when angels came to take me away,
Walking to class at two, I was blasting my tunes
And never saw that gray truck racing my way.
Went to cross the street, and across from me
I looked up to see that gray truck braking too late...
Again.
And I'm wondering,
In this Cycle of Life, this vortex of force and Time,
What if we're doomed to LIVING in the lifetime
That flashes right before our eyes?
Over and over,
Forever...
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The Republican Party
Since the start of the Iraq war, 7 million Americans have died from ABORTION.
[.txt] MASTERS/ the universe
Yes, as in the entire universe.