Brianna Lynn
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I am the man
in hallowed ground,
pine oil and sulfur surround.
Yet I still walk among you,
trying to tell,
love is created not by God,
it is but the tool of the devil,
from the pits of hell.
As sanity slips through the spell of her smile,
almost, I weep,
almost, I die,
almost, I run,
almost, I try.
Her presence I feel as she enters,
like the devil only to tempt.
Though disguised as an angel, this I believe,
from hell she was truly sent.
As I reach my arms out to hold her,
to the fiery lake I am cast,
and as I burn, I still cry her name...
I love you Brianna!
Written
by: Nolan B.
July 6, 2005
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