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[aid] => mick
[title] => Nirvana to Anomaly
[time] => 2004-05-06 08:22:43
[hometext] => My life is a wreck, is death the only answer?
[bodytext] => Nirvana to anomaly. A loner. Engulfed by a world made of Four walls, Silenced by entity, Beaten by the sticks of avarice, envied By personal accumulations. They perceive you as an untamed Animal, An imposer sent to eradicate their Aggregates. Demarcated from the world, He sits alone staring into darkness, A black hole that holds cryptic knowledge Forbidden solely, to his senses. There he is forced to consolidate with Seclusion, To wed the bride of death, To hold her hand, as she guides him to the brink Of his grave. There she will beseech him to lay Down, As to place his head on the age-old Sand, Where he will suffocate and die, And hold hands for eternity with The bride of death. Exultation. He has found the peace he wished To seek, Enlightened in a spasm of time, A rare light amongst the dark shadows, A shot in the dark that shed Success. To be enlightened is to die, So as to obliterate the visions that bring about Lust; Cutting the tongue in hope of restraining Words that bring about Dispute among all races; Dousing sexual organs to form A temperate entity in Convenient numbers. To be enlightened is to die; Abbreviating all senses in hope of Enigmatic bliss, Praying alone in the furnace Of death, Facing the deep blue sky Lying alone, In his grave. -Thivanka [comments] => 4 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Thivanka [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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