i signaled my men <br />come come you're weary eye <br />wipe that tears from your hands <br />the storm will came, all the devils will die <br />come come my oppress children for they make you rugs <br />i will make them ash <br />come come oh pitiful beauty of eden <br />innocent child broken by bandits <br />may we come what may <br />my punishments starting to rise <br />and so stand up and fight this innocence inside of you <br />be strong, dont fade like me <br />im dead, nobody cares. <br />im still living with this side of bright God had make it <br />realize not because a person dies so her soul too.<br /><br />clawdea benat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-hell-thee-praise-you-highest-preacher-on-earth/
