Array ( [sid] => 104862 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Despoiler [time] => 2005-09-01 18:54:43 [hometext] => A poem about... Corruption [bodytext] => You, the Despoiler, so proud of what you've done
Not evil, yet corrupt, brighter than the sun
Drawn to you are all, but drawn are you more still
To weakness in abundance, to automated thrill

Faith in idle beauty and synchronised appeal
Tell us what to fabricate, we'll tell you what to feel
'Where is this reality you've promised us so long?'
'We gave our minds unto your gods, so why don't we belong?'

'I'll answer all your questions if you promise me one thing'
'Get back on the treadmill and pretend that I am King'
Choice is an illusion here, as is the promised land
You'll come off the production line, and straight into his hand

You, the Despoiler, so proud of what you've done
Not evil, yet corrupt, brighter than the sun
We do not choose submission, but we are forever slaves
Do not run, it might be fun, and maybe we'll be saved [comments] => 4 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 43 [informant] => trixxx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops ) Your Poetry Dot Com - The Despoiler


The Despoiler
Date: Thursday, 1st September 2005 @ 06:54:43 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: trixxx
You, the Despoiler, so proud of what you've done
Not evil, yet corrupt, brighter than the sun
Drawn to you are all, but drawn are you more still
To weakness in abundance, to automated thrill

Faith in idle beauty and synchronised appeal
Tell us what to fabricate, we'll tell you what to feel
'Where is this reality you've promised us so long?'
'We gave our minds unto your gods, so why don't we belong?'

'I'll answer all your questions if you promise me one thing'
'Get back on the treadmill and pretend that I am King'
Choice is an illusion here, as is the promised land
You'll come off the production line, and straight into his hand

You, the Despoiler, so proud of what you've done
Not evil, yet corrupt, brighter than the sun
We do not choose submission, but we are forever slaves
Do not run, it might be fun, and maybe we'll be saved

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