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Prophet

Contributed by ladyaryssa on Monday, 3rd January 2005 @ 02:48:57 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



A line is defined as a representation of a lighter patch meeting a darker one.

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Come back to the surface
Cant you see the line?
You cant move it;
Youre still indulging in a
World of licks and liquor
But minding your manners
Going to church on Sundays
And trying to write out people like me.

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Can you see the line is truth?
Neither dark nor light
We cant touch it
No-one told us it was there
Yet we knew it was
As sure as instinct
Surer than God
As sure as our very souls.

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Deep down inside you know Im right
Drunken creatures of the night
Sexed up; trying to be free
Forgetting the smell of purity

Dont you want to see
Everything that we can be
Leave the world the way it was
Discover something new?

Nah, youll let it fall to waste
Ignoring existential flaws

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Listen
I want to help.
Stop trying to ***** me
Stop trying to ***** me over
I wont let you tear me down
From my perch above
Your dark, decadent, under-ground Hell

I am not the ground you walk on
And the lines youve broken
Ill draw back
The way they were meant to be.
Thats why I hold the pen.

Is this how you are meant to be
Is it really what you want?

I thought not.
Stop
Destroying your livers too fast
Breaking your hymens too soon
Crossing the lines you
Never gave yourselves the chance to draw

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I come holding the pen.
I come holding your second chance.





Copyright © ladyaryssa ... [ 2005-01-03 14:48:57]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Prophet (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Monday, 3rd January 2005 @ 03:01:25 PM AEST
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interesting perspective excellently portrayed. captivating verses.


Re: Prophet (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 3rd January 2005 @ 03:14:59 PM AEST
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original in its style and portrayal of an all too common sore subject.
Great write!




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