Angel Rodriguez Biography

A gray shadow run against time,
this raw smell cover us with greed,
a strong felling of sadness and pain,
will cover our sight with a jealousy weed.
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A gladly rose crawls his spines against my skin,
no blood, no scratches, just pain and many lies,
petal by petal looses his trade trough faith,
and unwittingly unleashes curses and dead....
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Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
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If only it were so simple,
to cruise through life smelling roses;
but the obstacles blacken the countryside,
and we unwittingly crush them beneath our boots.
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Wandering in darkness grope,
Finding not a glimpse of hope.
Fingers touch to find my way,
Each foot fall, my heart betrays
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