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Shallow
Contributed by
tin
on
Monday, 19th July 2004 @ 12:07:32 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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So you've got your shield
And you've got your sword
Now collect your savior
And walk out my door
You've drawn your lots
And arrived at my door
But I refuse to be drafted
Into your holy war
You shunned me for reasons
All of which Im not sure
But the one that Im certain of
Is that my god is not yours
Now you and your friends
You treat me with scorn
I feel like a stray dog
Or a Garment that's torn
Be the martyr
Forget what you used to adore
I've tried to settle our differences
But I won't anymore
Copyright ©
tin
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2004-07-19 00:07:32]
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Re: Shallow
(User Rating: 1 )
by RavenShadows on
Tuesday, 20th July 2004 @ 06:25:06 PM AEST
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| Not sure if I am enterpreting this right, but I dont think that it belongs in grief/tragic poetry. I sense alot of anger and frustration, alot of bitter repose. Someone who wants to be who they are and accepted instead of outcasted. A very good write though. |
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Re: Shallow
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by ladyfawn on
Tuesday, 22nd July 2014 @ 12:40:55 AM AEST
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this reminds me of when religious people came
to my door so many times i drew a chalk body outline
and threw their phamplets all around it, they quit
bothering me lol, ...love the poem!
hugs n' love nessa |
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