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Post by KG on Jul 7, 2004 2:53:35 GMT -5
sing a song of happiness sing a song of love sing a song of incompatence sing a song of drugs
let it all go, let it all come inside, everybody likes you better with your mouth open wide little girls, little boys, dont give in, follow them deep down let them show you how to hide
I am the last sign right before the anti-christ watch the planets realign and embrace the malfunction in our spines
No one cares to read my words, instead just live on dead in your head The truth is so hard to hold on to, listen to the lies they taught, it's so much better
One death is a tragedy and a million a statistic I smoke my Malboros while nobody listens I am the god of emotionaly pornagraphic spiritual banter
sing a song of happiness sing a song of love sing a song of incompatence sing a song of drugs
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Open Up
Jul 15, 2004 20:58:08 GMT -5
Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on Jul 15, 2004 20:58:08 GMT -5
One death is a tragedy and a million a statistic I smoke my Malboros while nobody listens I am the god of emotionaly pornagraphic spiritual banter
well done, KG. x r x
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Open Up
Jul 22, 2004 1:12:40 GMT -5
Post by desecration on Jul 22, 2004 1:12:40 GMT -5
you've captured reality very well in this. very nice flow and tone.
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Open Up
Jul 22, 2004 20:15:31 GMT -5
Post by Mikepoet on Jul 22, 2004 20:15:31 GMT -5
Well K.G. this is almost a message to the unwise. A more realistic version of just say no.
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