R.I.P. Mitchell Adam Lucker
Our words cut like razors and leave scars in their wake,
we bury our lives in the guilt we cant shake.
My dear, do you think this will all go away?
Sadly, my darling,
It will be gone in a day.
LETS WATCH THIS MASSACRE COME TO LIFE....
IN A BLAZE OF GLORY, NOW GET....ON....YOUR.....KNEES!
The thunder of hooves fill the fiery sky
as the sun fades to black on this judgement day.
A crack is heard as the ground splits in half,
the dead come to life at the feet of their God.
OHH LORD! What have we done?
The pale horse of death has burned down these walls!
As we stand before the throne of God,
our secrets are splayed before dying eyes;
the time has come to face what we've done.
The time has come, now we all have a choice,
AND LIVE EVERY MOMENT LIKE ITS YOUR LAST,
for no one knows the day nor the hour...
SO COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS,
FOR YOU ONLY GET ONE SHOT.....
SO LETS MAKE EVERY MOMENT COUNT
before our time is up....
this is writen by Synthetic-Nightmare i love this poem and this is a great way to reamber my hero you will be missed Mitch