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Blog Entry 25 of 46 Different Rhymes for Different Times
Pretty much just some street-type rhymin' goin' on here. Some rhymes might have proper grammar, but most of 'em probably won't. Nothin' fancy. Kinda just however I'm feelin' at any given time. Sometimes there'll be an explanation for the rhyme, sometimes there won't be. Not a whole lot of words endin' in the letter "g". Hopefully nobody ever gets offended by anything I write. That is definitely not my intention. Just kinda writin' out my feelings in rhyme, that's all.

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A Song in the Darkness
Contributed by: Mike Martinez   on 7/2/2007

On the day I was born I dreamed there was a knock on the door
and the shadow of a man who I met somewhere before
I asked him his name, but I didn't let him in
He said his name was Christ, and I introduced him to Sin
Sin was my friend, I think, and he was already here
and wherever I went he was always very near
Christ said he already knew Sin, and he knew him quite well
So began my first struggle with heaven and hell
When I was ten years old there was a knock on the door
and the shadow of a man standing in a downpour
It was Christ again, but I didn't let him in to dry
and he stood up against Sin and they looked eye to eye
Christ asked me to go with him so we could have a talk
but I told him me and Sin were just leaving for a walk
So Sin and I played in the rain that day
and I never did get to hear what Christ had to say
When I was eighteen years old there was a knock on the door
and the shadow of a man, the same man as before
He opened his arms as if to usher me in
and as I was about to go to him, in jumped Sin
We went to the back of my house, away from the light
and Sin showed me a flier for a party that night
On that flier was a picture of a lovely woman's bust
and I left Christ's love to satisfy my lust
In nineteen ninety-four there was a knock on the door
It was my little brother, crying, our mom was dead on the floor
On the morning of her funeral there came another knock
This time it was Christ and he asked If we could talk
He took me by my hand and he wiped away the tears
and said he never gave up after all these years
I told him I was sorry for all the times before
and that it took my mom dying to finally let him in the door
Ever since then Christ has been in my house
and the light that he brings I could never, ever douse
Far too long my house was empty and dark like the night
and it was at my darkest hour that Christ gave me his light
Sin is still around, every night, every day
and though we're no longer friends it seems he'll never go away
But I try to keep him distant, I try not to let him be a part
of this house that belongs to Christ, this house that is my heart


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Mike Martinez has posted 46 blog entries and 10 comments since joining on 12/1/2005. Mike Martinez 's average blog rating is 4.93.
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