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[aid] => mick
[title] => THE SCENT OF SIN
[time] => 2002-08-30 07:37:47
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[bodytext] => Each day from sunrise to sunset
And even in the dark hours of twilight Man completes a circle of life. Simple as it seems Woven from many dreams Is a single deed, Which grows from the seed Of hidden motivations, Are they cruel intentions? Or innocent inventions? Either ways they are means; To be in places you want to be, And when you want to win the race! Honor or disgrace! Matter least to you, For it is the urge to do The desire to get through Every single day! Man… as simple as he may be, Never wants to be debris, Like those crushed amidst the race, In his own perception… He wants to see a reflection, Of success … ill or well attained staring back at him, Thinking before acting, Acting then justifying, It’s all part of the game, Where there is zero percent responsibility, And 100% blame, It’s all a trick to get through a fog, Make it through life, this cynical bog, Where you pretend like you never knew, Whence you killed with a smile, Or a tainted dagger, Either ways you’re a dirty back-stabber, Killing what you love most, For what you need most, But love least, No regrets complete satisfaction, The scent of sin…a strange attraction. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Euphoria [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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