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Truth
Contributed by
MasterWeasel
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Monday, 6th December 2004 @ 08:20:55 AM in AEST
Topic:
sarcasticpoetry
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Come to me now and hear me speak
I'll talk of the truths you so desperately seek
Very soon you'll realize
The truth itself is no real prize
To be a fool is indeed a curse
But to know of your troubles is ten times worse
You'll come to learn the truth can hurt
And it will make you feel like dirt
It's easier to fabricate
The lie that you control your fate
You think you'll live in splendor and fame
But people won't even remember your name
You are alone-you've always been
You live a life of constant sin
It won't be long before you die
And your existence will be denied
You'll be just soul plucked from it's shell
Forgotten, forsaken, and trapped in hell
But since these truths are not what you need
I'll tell you happy lies on which you can feed.
And truth once again will be dismissed
For the saying is true: ignorance is bliss
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Re: Truth
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by Stitch on
Monday, 6th December 2004 @ 08:24:26 AM AEST
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Now, this one made me smile. Oh,
it's is it is. The possessive for its is simply "its." This is good. I wouldn't want to be this person, but you have a good use of rhyme and a viewpoint with depth---all expressed well here.
Stitch
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