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Post by Icor on Apr 2, 2005 4:50:12 GMT -4
Gotta read this carefully... Took me about 2 hours to get it right. There're some people pissing me off right now, but fuck writing poems about hating them. I'll look at the evil of our entire country and dedicate it to them.
Today is a soft third dimension, without hours of remembrance or solidity. This place is dry of thought or confession, where blood is clotted in the veins of humanity.
I weep for the unstable babble of leadership, and I weep for the ideals that are sicknesses and briars. Not the deacons of our highest church in decisive craftsmanship, but the idols, the most wicked liars.
Afflicted youth are left without choice, as positive status cannot be gained lest they forget who they are. Love is care for time and health with a soft voice, yet the lust for treasure makes a heart into tar. Deceit in education and revitalization is opaque yet not seen; plague is welcomed by many in this. Innocent suffer for this external bliss.
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