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Down With
Contributed by
persia
on
Monday, 10th January 2005 @ 03:43:26 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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convince myself
this illusion
cant touch me
and when i dream
feel hell
grow inside
wake to find
im in elevation
cold were so cold
over the black fire
heavy and bound
i practise
my prostitution
you pulled off
my wings
stop laughing
i go home
i stare at god
he looks away
gives me
the gun
must be crazy
coz i
Blew him away
Now im up
and im down with the sickness
watch me
abusive whores
its my revolution
its your retribution
im up
and im down with the sickness
down with
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persia
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2005-01-10 03:43:26]
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Re: Down With
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by pUnKa_RaCh on
Monday, 10th January 2005 @ 04:41:34 AM AEST
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hey this is a great poem...i was wondering if u got that line from the disturbed song "down with the sickness" i love that song! good poem anyways
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