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I can not get threw
Contributed by
lostrelic
on
Monday, 2nd February 2009 @ 11:56:03 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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What are we created for what is the purpose to this never ending dream i can see now the past has designed me as a tool but for what purpose am i suppose to be used i have walked in the night air running with the wolves I have laid with the sheep there shallow eyes so closed Danger has confronted me but only scars to tell the tales No wings to guide me walking in a world of thats gone pale
Systems longing to rebuild but with one mans goals can not change what is forced tranquility that does not involve chains dragging my soul threw fields of dead thorns Now walking naked my flesh so worn and torn dreams like visions with symptoms with no cure watching humanity so empty and not so pure
see the tales those stories have gone cold ice carved images that one day grow old steeples like mansions gold in the mind anger in numbers we harvest in the crime
do you sense the unreality that we live faded streets and the emptiness it gives sheltered minds with hollow hearts the ending we walk always questioning the start i have to open my eyes to see the empty view we have to open our minds to let the light get threw
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