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fixed purpose
Contributed by
crap_snapper
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Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 09:26:43 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I can not move anymore.
They have taken that, or Ive given it away
To some unworthy purpose.
When I was ten I had moments like this,
Now Im living them.
Being a fighter I must fight,
Like John L Sullivan --
Its who I am.
My old ancestry should drag,
Move me force a direction.
But Im pi*s in a river,
Its who I am.
A second year, a second chance, a second waste --
With every second I waste my life
And all the time I cant go mad again.
Im lazing through a haze of days
Crawling by with insufferable delay.
At ten I would rub my eyes and it would go,
An embrace would sooth it.
The gods from the past now are faces
And nothing more, nothing now will make it better.
For a while I believed I found a cure.
You knew who I was.
We both went towards the wall together
Oh Christ! To feel the importance of it.
The wall comes closer with every inch
But I wont go mad again.
The south soiled me
With its love and hate.
Sinful that they come in pairs
The offence of it the murder,
To be left with nothing.
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crap_snapper
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2004-03-09 21:26:43]
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Re: fixed purpose
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by arden on
Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 09:32:43 PM AEST
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i like this alot. great write keep up the good work.
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