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Baron God
Walter Wall

Sittin' in front of this computer screen Thinkin' of words to write Wit blurs of light Travellin' thru my doorway The curves of night
Often become obsurd and bite But not so often do I bite back
Hold on a minute I'll be right back ... Had to go get a night snack
When U read this ... No need to write back Im juss typin' my mind
About as lost as the person inside of me that is writin' these lines
Twice did I find ... That Im far from perfect ... Covered with sin
While my mother is in ...
The kitchen discussin' the death Of her lover w/ the brothers of him ...
But me ... Im the greedy type ... Never was one 2 hand out love
Or even sympathy
Often on my knees at the altar ... Askin' God wat has gotten in2 me
And when he sent to me ... A letter addressed to his son
A young one
I read ... "Dear Mr. Nobody ... Ur perfect" I stopped readin'
... Cuz Im someone

Blah ... Anotha key ... Juss felt like writin ... Let me get some feedback