Send me to the ends of the earth.
Endless bliss in tangled thoughts, the creature learns its worth.
It blossoms like the flower, flys to the ends of the earth.
A young man is given wisdom, but his concience fades to blue.
Only by this journey will he find there's something true.
For all that he may know is right, an evil in him looms.
Even ghosts of memory can creep from out their tombs.
Should not he hold his head upright and face the dreadful sound
The calls of what's inside will tear his soul back to the ground.
But calls come from the outside too, ringing like a bell.
Music of the angels lead him from internal hell.
A gift of understanding, and a beauty so unreal
It plays a game within his mind and seeks his soul to heal.
He calls back to this savior a thought obscure but clear
And longs to be there when the sound this angel comes to hear.
"You've filled my mind and heart with praise, I thank you for your care.
I'll carry it to the ends of the earth, you're with me everywhere."
It blossoms like the flower, flys to the ends of the earth.
A young man is given wisdom, but his concience fades to blue.
Only by this journey will he find there's something true.
For all that he may know is right, an evil in him looms.
Even ghosts of memory can creep from out their tombs.
Should not he hold his head upright and face the dreadful sound
The calls of what's inside will tear his soul back to the ground.
But calls come from the outside too, ringing like a bell.
Music of the angels lead him from internal hell.
A gift of understanding, and a beauty so unreal
It plays a game within his mind and seeks his soul to heal.
He calls back to this savior a thought obscure but clear
And longs to be there when the sound this angel comes to hear.
"You've filled my mind and heart with praise, I thank you for your care.
I'll carry it to the ends of the earth, you're with me everywhere."
Say "Dante the Inferno" in the mirror with the lights off at 3:09 a. m.
9 skulls lined up on the desk.
wonderfully written.
did you write it?
Yeah.
wait it was a song right?
and i have a question i just went through ur links to find mine and what does mine mean im confussed o and whats ur s/n? lol lets just kill two birds w/one stone :) we neeeeeeed to go ice skating!
Well, Libbly. Firstly - chill out.
Then to answer your questions...
1)It was not a song. I wrote it. The title is somewhat cliche though, so maybe it is stolen from a song and I just dont know it.
2)You remind me of (only because you look similar to) a girl I knew in school who I had an interesting experience in an elevator with, and thats all I can say on that.
3)My screen name (AIM, I'm assuming you mean) is peachxbleach but if my current habits continue I will rarley ever be on, aint it a shame.
Ok, and yes I enjoy/would like to go skating, but if you guys do it this saturday it's not happening for me and the rest of Bass Sack, cos that's when we had to reschedule our next practice to.
im chill and i didnt mean go like RIGHT NOW i just meant sometime soon. and ahhhh ok about the elevator thing
about that elevator incident, let's just say that nervousness and drinking tons of hot sauce don't mix. and that he needed new pants. and that he crapped himself. and that he ran out of the elevator pantless running all the way to the bus. and that he ran crapping all the way. and that the bus driver wouldn't let him on. oh and the girl left the elevator and slipped on the poop.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG TELL ME THATS TRUE! if so then its the best story ever!
Uh. Never went back to check this but for the record, it wasn't true.
BTW - Thanks for taking this post with this poem I put every ounce of my heart into and taking it to a girl slipping on hot sauce poop. Thanks.
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