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figuratively speaking guard the mind
priced high useless things,
but to real problems are blind
Caring for the homeless they show no sign
Greed, evil, self-consciousness , and wealth
is our stable rope that binds

Gates
that open and close to certain ones
but the ones that matter are the heavenly ones
Millions and billions of dollars by the tons
And we sponsor ridiculous happenings like
The New York Gates funds,
and The Millenium Park funds,
or equipping soldiers in Iraq with guns
Instead of the ones that matter,
which are the hungry ones

Gates
built around the heart
So no one can enter
and of love, we'll have no part
We go shopping to a particularly special mart
where we purchase items
We test the taste of souls to see if they're ripe,
we bounce and throw lungs to see if they're right
At the last sign of hearts, we struggle and fight
and for a brain, we squeeze for the right signs,
with all our might

Gates
Our bodies know no feelings
Walk down the street
You'll see compassion in an abandoned building
You'll see sadness and grief in the cemetery just hanging
Happiness and excitement
engage in violence
Self-esteem dwells in alleyways,
and love and grace have become extinct
"Black is the new yellow"
because bright colors like yellow
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Gates
Date: Friday, 1st April 2005 @ 08:55:01 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Rogue
Gates
figuratively speaking guard the mind
priced high useless things,
but to real problems are blind
Caring for the homeless they show no sign
Greed, evil, self-consciousness , and wealth
is our stable rope that binds

Gates
that open and close to certain ones
but the ones that matter are the heavenly ones
Millions and billions of dollars by the tons
And we sponsor ridiculous happenings like
The New York Gates funds,
and The Millenium Park funds,
or equipping soldiers in Iraq with guns
Instead of the ones that matter,
which are the hungry ones

Gates
built around the heart
So no one can enter
and of love, we'll have no part
We go shopping to a particularly special mart
where we purchase items
We test the taste of souls to see if they're ripe,
we bounce and throw lungs to see if they're right
At the last sign of hearts, we struggle and fight
and for a brain, we squeeze for the right signs,
with all our might

Gates
Our bodies know no feelings
Walk down the street
You'll see compassion in an abandoned building
You'll see sadness and grief in the cemetery just hanging
Happiness and excitement
engage in violence
Self-esteem dwells in alleyways,
and love and grace have become extinct
"Black is the new yellow"
because bright colors like yellow
aren't acceptable

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