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[title] => Wait
[time] => 2006-03-15 21:09:00
[hometext] => ~dribbles of anguish to pepper the taste of deceit~weepingprophet
[bodytext] => uncaptivating reach lust is a simple disease what a fool to believe pity on the idea of freedom bleeding into the lines thoroughly embracing the blind lies all that remains is to be found in an empty bottle a shallow pool of self-pity all that remains to be redeemed is gasping for breath under the currents fighting the torrid occurance of worthlessness painted into the mind is the simplest suicide how trust colors all things gray strips the light right from the day steals the acknowlegment of pain away leaves its victim an unknowing prey the hunted learns to be agile fast and always aware the hunter becomes proud forgets the agony that carried him there swift as the sea he's swept into his own defeat carelessly riding the wings of deciet the hunted begins to embrace, not retreat grows stronger in the quiet fortress of self-relfection learns to adhere to all means of perception the hunted can change his fate still in the darkness he has learned to wait cultivating the lines that were once used to wound he owns them, strips them, and then he will use all he was offered to rectify his pursuit in worth the hunter will see his defeat from his tormented prey his lies will become his bait drawn into the trap of he who knows the power of wait [comments] => 7 [counter] => 320 [topic] => 73 [informant] => weepingprophet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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