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[aid] => mick
[title] => Catechism
[time] => 2006-05-23 17:02:31
[hometext] => To you the man of would be's~weepingprophet
[bodytext] => What is love without reason? Emotion without fact? What is relevent in treason? What is subtle in a raging attack? How can two things be the same When neither one is the other? Can we blindly feed this game Until hope has smothered? How many times will I trip you Before you insist on the fall? How can I measure the world true If I have no love at all? Would you keep all the lies over heartache? Would you defane every truth? Simply to keep from departing a symbol of vacant misuse? Could I touch you if skies were fire? Could I hold you so still in my arms And deny that I know you're a liar that you've always meant me harm? Could I Would I I'll never know For love seems to have no reason It's a treachery meant to destroy It certainly provokes all in treason Chokes from life all the joy For love cannot be selfish these two things are not the same and feeding myself is the penance for keeping my heart in this game When I trip you the question breathes, intentions over action? when will you relinquish the need for such a brutal distraction? Oh how the skies are not made of fire I keep you from my arms I acknowledge that you are a liar and do not give myself to your harm How many times must I miss you before I insist that you're dead? How can I measure the world true If this love is all in my head? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 55 [informant] => weepingprophet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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