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stop... hammertime
Contributed by
simonwrite
on
Monday, 15th February 2010 @ 08:31:30 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Yet another one A bastard child of temptations whorish ways Dragged screaming out of a gated community dumbfounded found dead in his room with a noose around his neck and his pants around his ankles his serenity hung up in the closet on stage yelling I AM NOT A PROPHET A barstool messiah The blessed one of the broken beat Flags are planted on all soap boxes with in a five mile radius Vile wretches Filthy children Vomit thoughts with unfaithful hearts Jammed down throats Swelling the pipes Shaking the algorithm Its an awakening Its a rude awakening when mom And teacher and priest and god And girlfriend or boyfriend and friendly neighborhood spider man Say that theyre not mad, theyre just really really ***** My heart is gone Its followed the breadcrumbs back home Holding hands with a responsible adult Making sure not to talk to strangers Looking both ways before it crosses the street All for nothing Because death is inevitable Its More promised than life And my hand is warmer than life And larger than a volcano Lying dormant We are kitchen timers Measuring the cook timer of something bigger Something more important I cauterized the wound From when I cut myself On the sharp side of wit Snap This is the end It is almost always anti-climactic predictable Fitting BLBLAOABOAGDAERFAWHBFBFDGASDGTA
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