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[aid] => mick
[title] => and his laughter is as thunder to the herd
[time] => 2003-12-30 01:43:04
[hometext] => fragmentedly repetitive. i don't know where this came from, but here it is.
[bodytext] => the one that they point at the one that they teach their children to fear to hate the one that's just like them inside but they never want to look deep enough to see the one who seems different not just like them anymore they changed him how long can you battle a wall of hate how long can you hold out how long before you become their monster and find that what they see as evil is not really evil at all not just like them anymore evolved no longer human flawless to the only eyes that matter they call him a monster but now he can see through their masks he sees the true face that each one hides if he were still human he would shiver in fear he would quake with disgust at the oozing sores of sin that cover their faces at the tumors of falsity that deform their bodies at the glazed eyes of ignorance that peer lazily from their skulls but he is beyond so he laughs at the irony their fingers and hateful eyes fade away they disappear he can make them disappear from where he stands they are the freaks they are the outcasts they are the invisible ones they are so weak he could crush each one with simple truths but they don't deserve death they don't deserve the easy way out all that they deserve is to live out each day of their pointless lives never feeling anything new never thinking any new thoughts just recycling each day into a fading replica of the last he watches this phantom society from his home, from his mountain and he laughs and laughs and he laughs last and his laughter is as thunder to the herd they shiver in the cold pool of their ignorance trapped inside their tiny cells trapped within their little hells never searching for a key never breaking their circles only taking up space and providing amusement for those who have evolved behind eyes that reflect the madness of the world he finally feels peace he finally feels at home he always felt like he didn't belong but now he sees that he was wrong they are the ones that don't belong they are the mistakes they are the apes but he'll let them stay anyway because their bull***** makes him laugh and his laughter is as thunder to the herd [comments] => 5 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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