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----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Some Poetry Alientated lies told by society crys out to be told and reconized as truths. Yet a fine line in the human mind rips apart any absolutes, emotional fatige wears down on me, just want to see myself set free but yet i know this never to be The outcast never seems to last in a world of black and white, we all live for the fight yet nobody seems to be right, pushed out of sight into the night alienated by my creators amazing it seems that ive created my own devestation, and the realization dawns on my that theirs no redemption for the sins of man, i wish i could command the pain to go away yet always it will stay, to my dismay unnamed I am nothing but what i create,defining my own fate, Alas i feel the evil bone growing in my skin mutating lies and truthes so their are no longer absolutes I watch you cry, cry as you die as friends fade away, their memorys will last the not so distant future will resemble the past my days go on, hopeless, alone, coward i may seem but i will never know if the trigger will pull Scream Sucide cry sucide or abide by the lies told by the man in power watch it slowly devour man from the inside greed and weeds are grown from the soul, it seems so old goodbye goodnight, I wish you better luck in the fight Cry sucide or watch the world die around you so astounding it seems that man wishes to redeem themselves of the screams of the damned, alas my friend the circle never ends, spiraling downwards deeper and deeper until the screams cease or are simply ignored unamed unrealistic Dreams caused by gravitys requim my hold on reality slips through my grasp, alas my friend do not pretend to care, i know you wont try to understand my obsession with the coppery taste of life as it flows from the vein it seems the mind is closed and judgemental to ultimatums presented by the outcast. forever it seems that nothing will last, the grass will die, the sun will fade, leaving only dismay and pain, yet we will remain to play this game, hoping only for our chance at fame. yet however, the end result is always the same. We all end SLAIN 9:19 a.m. - 2004-01-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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