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Author: AP Especially
Fiction Rated: K - English - Angst/Spiritual - Reviews: 3 - Published: 02-12-03 - Updated: 02-12-03 - id:1233546
Alacrity

Alive in me

This blessed mess of personality

Without a clue as to this breakthrough

Except you-know-who

Who made my life anew

Visualize

Now I recognize

The big wise guys with their little white lies

Slick as a knife and larger than life

It gets iffy in a jiffy

All they cause is strife

Desperation

Takes no imagination

Every Jane has pain in her situation

'Til she makes her pleas, gets down on her knees

And unveils her tale

To the One who frees

Intense relief

From a simple belief

That we can count on the Chief to shoulder our grief

Don't need it? OK, you can have it your way

But, if not for Him

I wouldn't be here today

Unforgiving

Not a life worth living

To gain our domain someone had to do the giving

It was Him who bled it; He should get the credit

You think you're on the brink?

You can just forget it

It's a cover-up!

No, I won't shut up

The ways we spend our days makes me want to throw up

You can jeer and sneer and roll your eyes at me

But I'll dream the extreme

With alacrity



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