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Array ( [sid] => 111173 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Lockup [time] => 2005-12-09 07:18:49 [hometext] => Haven't got a clue where I pulled this from. [bodytext] => We sit inside and pray for sunrise,
We sit alone and speak only lies.
Look out the window through the bars,
Look out the window at the free stars.
Lights go out in our little cells,
Lights go out with the last toll of life’s bell.
They polish and sell our lives, as is their role,
They polish the batons that replace their soul.
The cock’s crows fall on deaf ears,
The cock’s crows are confirming our fears.
Daylight brings a comforting glow,
Daylight marks our entry to hell below.
Where hell lies is a matter to debate,
Where hell lies depends on what others create.
Lingering odours of death and depression,
Lingering ghosts haunt our progression.
Dead men pace these halls of our new home,
Dead men whose bodies live in hidden catacombs.
I refuse to be punished by people no better than me,
I refuse to live where even the innocent are not free! [comments] => 3 [counter] => 191 [topic] => 39 [informant] => Buggsy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )

The Lockup

Contributed by Buggsy on Friday, 9th December 2005 @ 07:18:49 AM in AEST
Topic: Grief

We sit inside and pray for sunrise,
We sit alone and speak only lies.
Look out the window through the bars,
Look out the window at the free stars.
Lights go out in our little cells,
Lights go out with the last toll of life’s bell.
They polish and sell our lives, as is their role,
They polish the batons that replace their soul.
The cock’s crows fall on deaf ears,
The cock’s crows are confirming our fears.
Daylight brings a comforting glow,
Daylight marks our entry to hell below.
Where hell lies is a matter to debate,
Where hell lies depends on what others create.
Lingering odours of death and depression,
Lingering ghosts haunt our progression.
Dead men pace these halls of our new home,
Dead men whose bodies live in hidden catacombs.
I refuse to be punished by people no better than me,
I refuse to live where even the innocent are not free!

Copyright Â© Buggsy ... [ 2005-12-09 07:18:49]
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Re: The Lockup (User Rating: 1 )
by tiggytom on Friday, 9th December 2005 @ 08:40:50 AM AEST
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I do like this a lot, like the ideas you're giving across.

thnx :)

Re: The Lockup (User Rating: 1 )
by Shmokin on Friday, 9th December 2005 @ 10:46:48 AM AEST
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liked this, nice rythmn to it :-)

Re: The Lockup (User Rating: 1 )
by Kamal on Friday, 9th December 2005 @ 11:40:18 AM AEST
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Free Up brethren Free up
Big ups to the brothas on lock down

Peace & love
One

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