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| Submitted By: x420smurf., | Submitted: 11/02/09 |
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Cult of Peace
Was there death, or just the pristine touch of an angel? Burning your skin with it’s cool holey fingers that were blessed in the blood of the damned. They are your brothers, child, go to them, and do not be sad. You have so much in this life, and now you’ve died though you were so kind and yet your ruthless want has taken over, still your shrunken soul weeping by the window sill you’ve taken a trip, son, you’ve gone away still lingering on this day but in a fifth plain and the sweet dripping poetry that runs hot in your veins is it driving you mad or keeping you sane? You don’t have a choice anymore, not now that you’re dead! And you keep dancing on the clouds of perfect symmetry in your pretty little head a gentle nudge wakes you from this cloudy dream of electricity and you open your eyes only to see that it was not a dream at all and now you’ve fallen! These words cascading over your deaf ears you’ve got that selective hearing and you refuse to be anything but one with god and i do not disagree with that senseless mentality but i see the burning sun and the rippling sand that surrounds and i contemplate waking you from your dainty nightmare waking you to the bliss of the beating sun. You fulfill your mundane purpose like any other slave! But won’t you just take some change put it in your pocket when you’re feeling strange Dancing in the blaze of fiery wisdom: love. Love that you were not allowed to feel love that you were told was never real love that you’ve been told can hurt, not heal love that has from you, been concealed. ~~Love is the heartbeat of your hand love is the feet all robed in sand love is the thing that does not die unlike us, and it can fly. Love is the thought that you have killed but it’ll be back once it’s willed you’re chilly face, numb with tears hasn’t seen love in a million years.~~ Rise up against the brutal thing of flesh and blood that we are not! Curse the day we did not sing and instead we fought! Drive out the evil life and the stinging razor-blade thought! Cast away the things you want but haven’t got! You are wealthy now, for you have nothing for anyone to steal. And sometimes I, too, wonder if this is even real, but I know, child, that this world so warm and wild will always be free, even under the cold desolate rule of humanity. ~~Did you see the thing, all cloaking green? You love it all, and so do we. So many words, so little seen, it doesn’t matter what I mean.~~ |
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| By: Duh-Uh-Ave | Date: Nov 2, 2009 18:43:34 |
| Once again breathless/speechless. | |
| By: Mr.?. | Date: Nov 2, 2009 20:34:48 |
Good job  its a first that i will actually full out and bluntly tell somone good job
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| By: .CandY|sKabS. | Date: Nov 3, 2009 0:01:09 |
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Reading this is like finding out Satan was actually God the whole time.
o;;O |
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| By: miissme | Date: Nov 3, 2009 13:05:33 |
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| By: Carriere08 | Date: Nov 4, 2009 3:51:58 |
 huh?
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