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Post by beginswithKendsinG on Nov 5, 2004 18:01:29 GMT -5
It tastes of heaven but it smells of hell No karma, no dogma
It tastes of freedom but it smells of reality No truth, No lie
It tastes of orignal but it smells of imitation all you, not me
Before authorities shut me down Before atrocities pray too loud Before I am lost in another delusion Let me liberate like a gun shot wound
It tastes of progress But it smells of sacrifice No moon, no "son"
It tastes of sex but it smells of murder no love, no lust
It tastes of God but it smells of government no proof, no trust
Before authorities shut me down Before atrocities pray too loud Before I am lost in another delusion Let me liberate like a gun shot wound
And we find that its all just mind control and then we see that its all just fake I don't know about you, but I am sick of charades!
Your Aborted have realigned The Extorted have survived Your Children have realized All you ever gave us was masked lies You can no longer hypnotize You can no longer examplify You can no longer televise We have martyed drugs
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Wickedblades666
Apprentice
I Hate Life, but i am stuck in it by my own rules: death is for quitters, i dont quit...
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Post by Wickedblades666 on Nov 12, 2004 8:08:18 GMT -5
I LOVE IT....The subtle hints at what you mean, are well, BAD ASS...you dont directly come out and say it, but your msg is still loud and clear...very nice write, and great read...Brava Kem brava
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Post by beginswithKendsinG on Nov 19, 2004 15:14:21 GMT -5
thanks man, glad you liked it.
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