Life's a bitch and then you die. If there's a reason, tell me why?

It all depends on what yoiu choose, give up the game of life, you lose.

Is this hell and next is heaven, or do we live both hell and heaven?

Is this a game called human race that comes complete with world and space?

When we die is that the end, or do we do it all again?

rondant's Works

Poetry	10/31/2004	Words
Poetry	10/31/2004	MY DAD
Poetry	10/31/2004	My Grandmother
Poetry	11/01/2004	Why I Hate Christmas
Other	11/01/2004	What Do You Think???
Poetry	11/02/2004	Boom
Poetry	11/02/2004	Moon Beams
Poetry	11/05/2004	Revelation
Poetry	11/08/2004	For My Sarah
Poetry	11/08/2004	Out Of Whack
Poetry	11/09/2004	Untitled
Poetry	11/09/2004	Don't Judge Me
Poetry	11/09/2004	Over and over again
Poetry	11/10/2004	Alone
Poetry	11/10/2004	Ode To Myself
Poetry	11/12/2004	Time
Poetry	11/19/2004	A Tweekers Story
Poetry	11/20/2004	Life As Me
Poetry	11/27/2004	Everyday Hell
Poetry	11/27/2004	Bruises
Poetry	11/27/2004	I am
Poetry	11/27/2004	Dear Daddy
Poetry	11/27/2004	Life is Precious
Poetry	11/30/2004	Seven Years Gone
Poetry	12/02/2004	Acceptance
Poetry	12/04/2004	Hello, My Name Is.......
Poetry	12/05/2004	My Girls
Poetry	12/05/2004	Domestic Violence
Poetry	12/05/2004	Untitled
Poetry	12/16/2004	A Break up Poem For Stupid Rob
Poetry	12/16/2004	For Sarah about STUPID Rob
Poetry	12/16/2004	My Girls
Poetry	12/16/2004	My broken heart
Poetry	12/29/2004	Frightened
Poetry	02/16/2005	My Song
Poetry	02/23/2005	For Michelle

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