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[sid] => 58029
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Repertoire of Immoralities
[time] => 2004-07-29 08:38:05
[hometext] => i wrote this in about 20 minutes and i haven't really gone over it too much but hope ya like it.
[bodytext] => Rock seat Hold me in this Desolate Yet comforting Damp arena of Woods I can see just down The muddy hill Ripped up From the mindless Self-indulged Construction I can hear the birds Cries I stop for Lunch and a Quick view Instead I get a Movie A movie of Deception And Sadistic actions I write in my Notebook Write my thoughts He is the only one Willing to listen I sit there for years I grow old My withered skin Holds my pencil and My furrowed lips grasp My cigarette My faith slowly Dissipating as I watch The experienced trees Fall As I watch what once was The essence of Humanity Fall from the skies Into a world of non-existence I wish I hadn’t seen What I saw those years I wish I hadn’t sat there for So long But I had to I had to see the truth I couldn’t Hide any longer behind My shadows of counterfeits I couldn’t pass with a Fake smile any more I had to see it For what it really was One day the frogs Stopped croaking The birds Stopped chirping My cigarette Stopped burning I Stopped hoping The utopia we were Taught as children Eroded and Became a past memory Of the lucky ones And the lucky ones became Past memories of All that has come [comments] => 1 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 32 [informant] => funkdoob [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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