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From: <NOBR>MSN NicknameLord_of_Equus</NOBR>  (Original Message) Sent: 12/10/2003 3:03 PM

Sorry all Just VENTING, no need to read really just venting....

 
 
Sand is the hour of time
and little children will cry
all the world is against Him
little baby has to die
 
Born less than a month
just by a day
baby has a cough
but now he lays
 
His little hands
his little toes
fillings is lungs
needles and  hoes
 
Fighting to breath
he gives a fight
tears in his eyes
this can't be right
 
He is just a baby
he must have time
but the hour glass is empty
A 4 foot pine
 
Sand is the hour of time
and children can't  cry
all the world is against him
little baby has to die
 
Mommy holds the body
Daddy falls to the floor
but baby is still now
COME ON DAMN IT, BREATH SOME MORE
 
Nurses rush
2:37 the Doctor declares
hugs the parents
then goes downstairs
 
not a word is spoken
as we walk away
little baby is gone now
there is nothing to say
 
The World is unfair
why do we try
we all lost the baby
it should me that dies
 
Take me Daddy Cries
he walks the halls
baby in arms
up against the wall
 
Take the body
he wont let go
they give him a shot
he's moving slow
 
Mommy falls apart
daddy falls once more
they are taking the body
they shut the door
 
YOUR NOT ALLOWED IN HERE
a voice says as a matter of fact
I give her "THE LOOK"
she takes a step back
 
they are hold me now
I give them a fight
6 men in white coats
can't stop my flight
 
a chick with a badge
states I am in deep now
I slip her the bird
fuck off you cow
 
back up needed
I hear her demand
I only laugh
I own this land
 
I feel a power
I haven't in Years
bring them all on
There's no more tears
 
A strength of darkness
I feel once more
back up is come
kick open the door
 
I fight real hard
they know they lost
I feel my anger
they are dolls I toss
 
I grab the doctor
give Steven to me
I smell his fear
he tries to flee
 
I grab his coat
off it comes
his collar next
now where to run
 
My Smile is deep
eyes BLACK red
LEAVE ME ALONE
THE BABY'S DEAD
 
with my hand at his neck
I squeeze it tighter
They grab me from Behind
But I am A Fighter
 
4 men with badges
and 8 men in whites
do you think you can stop me
he reads me my rights
 
I laugh at him
the doctors jabs me
the world is spinning
fall to my knee
 
I fight stay a wake
they gives me another
I can't stop now
but I can feel the hover
 
I wake up later
only to see
a man in a badge
looking at me
 
how do you feel
the jerk face asks
I only tell him
to kiss my ass
 
suit your self
he says with a is tone
in comes the doctor
we are sending you home
 
We understand you had a great loss
we see it everyday
you where the toughest
go home and be on your way
 
Sending me free
what a mistake
All doctor must pay
for what they take
 
to steal from me
a pride a joy
I still feel the strength
Now I destroy
 
But I know it wasn't your fault
the baby was ill
my eyes are now brown
there's no one to kill
 
 
BORN: Aug. 27 2003
DIED : sept 25 2003
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