NOT OF MY CHOOSING-revised

NOT OF MY CHOOSINGrevised The stench of hell lingers longLurching in dark cornersAfter you have goneRipping at my fleshFeeding on my fearThe BeastWaitingAlways near. Stunned by your stingMy mindMy heartMy soulFall slowly day by dayDespair.God's' betrayal ito SinThe Devil's win. Why Are some of us born to dieSo hard.
OnlyThe fit surviveSo its goesStillStronger in my weakest momentsI stay aliveI knowThe time will come I will succumbNatural SelectionThe treachery of Creation. Not of my choosingYou understand *

— Geremia, Nov 28, 2009

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Nordic cloud

16 years 6 months ago

We do, we do Longobardolino mio,

I didn't see this till now:- We do understand and lend a hand for your encouragement and send our tears allay your fears to contemplate your plight and then in fright we hide our face as if disgraced; for we know not what pain you claim is yours our spirits grope the depths of their minds floors and find no parallel, to compare with yours, our arms wait open with their empathy and only wish and wish they were round yours to give you cause to feel a better man, whole and healthy, well, but lacking that magic spell we can only wish you well, as well as you can be and strength to withstand the beast, his company. Well described 'quand même' monsieur, trés bien, trés bien! Tua Annuccia.