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Post by Broken hope on Dec 8, 2004 12:48:41 GMT -5
This place greys out and fades away innocent eyes say exactly what they need to say
Pictures burn and turn to ash Stuck in a whirlwind that happened so fast
False ideas in a dramatized dream Stuck in a world where nothing is what it seems
Where God likes to abandoned his children A world where we pay for our fathers sins
Turning love into hate For an Idealistic sadistic fate
Where man becomes Beast To sit at Christs last feast
To destroy the world for the better good Deep inside we all know we should
Father Father save me from this hell Mother Mother God has fell
Help reclaim the world for you False deity and we may be through
Cure for nothing, tool for pain The question at hand is "what is your name"
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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...
Posts: 97
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Post by Wickedblades666 on Dec 8, 2004 15:29:10 GMT -5
great write there...well said, i agree alot with the views in this poem...bravo
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Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on Dec 14, 2004 19:31:57 GMT -5
it's great to see you coming back to this. maybe some punctuation would help the flow a tad?
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Post by Broken hope on Dec 14, 2004 20:23:02 GMT -5
probabaly but i am a very lazy man... you know us men.. lazy bums
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Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on Dec 14, 2004 21:01:37 GMT -5
i married one, so i am in no state to comment on that....lol. fair enough, it's your poem. you did a great job with the initial and revision.
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