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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Heaven's Word
[time] => 2003-02-14 20:00:00
[hometext] => stupid nonsense seem to follow me wherever i go...whatever i read. When's it gonna stop?!
[bodytext] => Love "...Shalt come forth at it's own pace.
The signs of it are in the Heavens, And there are whispers which speak of it within the rocks..." You will be blessed with it when you are ready. If earth and sky alike confirm it, how can it not come to pass? Prepare then for its coming. Put aside thy grief and turn thy face to the sky and to the earth that thou mayest read the signs written there, for Behold, He may not choose you unless ye choose Him. Crash, boom...bang. Hit the wall... It doesn't exist! Just an empty road to nowhere. I've always messed with sorrow, broken the rules. Found nothing. No gain... the pain just stays the same. Anger at the kiss that still holds me captive, that never should have been! It will always be the same...I will rise up no more. Will sit upon this plain drowning in foolish lamentation. The task will never be taken up... nothing lies before me, no-one's coming. What's the sense in me preparing for some non-existent entity?!!! Stop this crazy nonsense! I refuse to listen! Tell me something that rings true and I will I shall listen...but not to this!!! My spirit will NOT listen. Blue is still blue...not red because you say it is... Begone evil voice. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 6 [informant] => Arwen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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