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Isz's Curse

By Isz

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Tis the time of the awakening For the fingers have been pointed And my curse has come into the light The pain around me has found it's root The others are having the pain Even if it is between themselfs Not envolving me in the slitest It always happens while I am around So the fingers point to me For if I was not there The pain would not have been Those are words of wisdom to all I will always be there when you have time But beware of the pain I bring For all around are touched by my curseNo word checker Written April 6th, 2002 © on Apr 06 2002 11:59 AM PST   0 • 1

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