Jason Walsh

USA

jwalsh0169@aol.com 

Dear Mom

DEAR MOM.. I know it's gonna make you cry.
But your son has to say good bye.
Good bye to your beau patience and loving kiss.
All those things I'm gonna miss.
Last night I went out with some friends to drink.
I'm sorry I drove I didn't think.
But my judgment was clouded from all the beer.
I wasn't thinking of those I hold dear.
I was going too fast and ran the light.
I would give anything to take back that night.
Take back that night and the things I did.
Hitting that couple and killing there kid.
A life so precious that they held dear .
A life ended because of beer.
I cant go to heaven because of my sin.
If I had to kneel before GOD I wouldn't know where to begin.
Do I ask him to forgive me for taking a life ?
Do I ask him to forgive me for leaving you ?
Do I ask him to forgive me and what will he say ?
Do I ask him to forgive me ?
IT'S JUDGMENT DAY !!!!!!!!

Material Needs

We turn the world into a whore.
Make life a bore.
So you Shop at the store
Cuse u can always have more.
You spend your money on material 
things' 
And can't hear the angel who sings.
But it's to late now we've bought the 
golden cow.
Money's our god isn't that odd.
I thought GOD was a spirit.
Omnipresent so we all could share it.
But we can't share, I find that queer.
We're bound with greed and lust.
We all mistrust.
It's a bust.
Let's start again.
What would we do then?
Could we be free of sin?
Or would the devil win?
I don't think we can make it right
But I Wright in spite.
In spite of all I've seen and heard.
In GOD WE TRUST.
Now that's absurd.
A fallacy a figment of imagination.
As long as we have money GOD'S on 
vacation!!!!!!!!!!

Night Mare

People walk the street with no soul's 
on there feet.
Just flesh and meat.
They gather in masses clueless like 
asses.
Lost in this hell where we all must 
dwell.
For a short time any way at least till 
judgment day.
They walk through life like cattle.
No one getting prepared for the battle.
Defining there lives with title's and 
goal's.
Measuring it with a roll's or Benz.
It all depends the mean's never 
justified in the end.
Your hen laying golden egg's while the 
starving child begs.
But still we walk blindly and never speak 
kindly.
Caught up in the rat race who's setting 
the pace?
No time to think, kill the pain with a 
drink or some kind of drug.
Bed time forgot to give the kid's a hug.
Shooting up pregnant gave your baby the 
bug.
HIV and aids.
Import Mexicans for maid's.
China violates civil right's give'em free 
trade.
A ten year old kid will cut you with a 
blade.
Living in a world of fear.
It's a nightmare.
I think it's clear.
Soulless people every where!!!!
 

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