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non-fiction at its best
Contributed by
Disconnected
on
Monday, 16th October 2006 @ 02:45:30 AM in AEST
Topic:
spiritual
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Sitting under, sitting above never meant a thing
Watching ones who love each other, summer heated fling
Chocolate covered candy cane, snow white bites the apple
Satan loves to sing and dance, underneath God's chapel
Confusion of words, mental break downs at their best
The dead are walking all this time, while the living lay to rest
Cries of pain, cries of hunger, could always stop one in their tracks
The beliefs of the followers, always hurt to know the facts
That god is not a real person, Just a bundle of lies and hopes
That one day we all will die, and it'll bring us to our slopes
Of misery and disappointment, which all do fear
That everything is nothing, and nothing lacks a tear
We all will leave this place, without a second chance
Of happiness or misery, forgetting every romance
We might live on in the hearts of others, clinging to every word
Hoping that we are still around, that their wishes are being heard
But we never know for sure, of anything that we believe
From fiction to non fiction, to the lovely adam and eve
So to the folks who prey out loud, at every given occasion
Remember that, all you know is a form of lies and persuasion
That anything is possible, and nothing is concrete
So keep your minds open, and never be discrete
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Disconnected
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2006-10-16 02:45:30]
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Re: non-fiction at its best
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by jerseysue on
Monday, 16th October 2006 @ 09:19:30 AM AEST
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We all have our own beliefs, and no I don't think this is preaching.
This poem flows really well. I like it very much. Sue x |
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