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With poison swirling round your face,
And fumes destroying beauty’s grace,
How can we say that where we sleep,
Is a place that we should keep?

To know the dangers of this life,
The turmoil and the constant strife,
The death beside destruction here,
With greed consuming all with fear.

To tear yourself away from this,
To cast yourself to unknown bliss,
By hiding in denial’s spell,
Ironically won’t work too well.

‘Tell me why most people see,
The farce we call reality’
©2008-2009 =kiwi-damnation
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This was inspired by a convo me and AmberCrystalElf were having. :D
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That's the only reality they can handle, and thats purely because its everyone else's reality. Many of the masses can only identify themselves by being like others, thinking like others etc..
Humans are pack animals ;)

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I may find comfort here.
I may find peace within the emptiness.
How pitiful.
Sheep. With nothing to lead them but pathetic obscurity and oblivion. Isn't it fantastic?

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One who lives without love can never truly live... One who embraces love can never truly die... 'kiwi-damnation'
Hell yeah, just like the Pink Floyd song of the same name.

"Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away;
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air.
You better watch out,
There may be dogs about
I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen
Things are not what they seem.

What do you get for pretending the danger's not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
Now things are really what they seem.
No, this is no bad dream.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate,
Lo, we shall rise up,
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.

Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.

Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you're told.
Get out of the road if you want to grow old."


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I may find comfort here.
I may find peace within the emptiness.
How pitiful.
this is beautiful
flows really well my friend:hug:
Thank you so much! :hug:

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One who lives without love can never truly live... One who embraces love can never truly die... 'kiwi-damnation'
youre very welcome my friend:hug:
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so amazing! Such talent. I love the way you wrote this!! ahh words cant explain how awesome it is!!!
I agree whole-heartedly with Progress-Regress. Going back to school makes you realize it even more, you see as the like-minded flock together in hopes of becoming stronger, but really...they can't even be themselves. I really enjoyed this, it was full of bitter honesty. Something I like to see coiled so neatly into your soft words.

Peace,
Jay.

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Moonbeams and fairy tales,
That's all she ever thinks about.
Hahaha Yeah. I eloquently convey anger. I find it funny reading works by people who do that. It's fantastic. Emotion being expressed with rhyme and flow and true dignity. Ianno, I'm a suckefor rhyme, but that's because my mind writes like music... hope that makes sense :)

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One who lives without love can never truly live... One who embraces love can never truly die... 'kiwi-damnation'

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