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[sid] => 167573
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Loveless
[time] => 2011-10-01 11:16:11
[hometext] => Reflection on society, morality, individuality of our present day...
[bodytext] => As my heart sinks into the sea of sorrows, And my eyes blinded by my own desires. My hopes cope with fear, of losses near and afar. A man, who listens but does not hear, Who saw but does not see what the future beholds. Friends make a vow to bring forth an end to the conflicts that enrages their world. One friend is saved by the love of a woman from the opposing nation. Another one who walks away, is captured What ages will a man find love and not break his vows. Will they remember their vows and keep still? Or would they forget the barren promises And let the world and its conflict fade before them. When the heart of a man is betrayed by the person he loved and treasured the most Is lost and finds grief, Two friends’ meets on the edge of the cataract, The sound of the fall greater than the beating of the brokenhearted, For one among the two friends' must die because of the broken vows. What must and must be, as they draw their sword against each other. An undesirable fate awaits them. Truly loveless putting pride before love A cry of a lonely heart is heavy but a cry of a broken heart is heavier. A beautiful night for a dreamer who dream-dreams The wind shall blow the name of the past and my broken heart shall be of the past, For the wind blows away the sweet tears into the night. Here I come into the night where I can hide my tears, For none knows my sorrow. Lost of pride is more rewarding than the lost of hope. Men's heart is of deception and wickedness, who would know of it? Eyes that sees his deeds of wickedness And ears that hear the evil deeds of his work and delight in the darkness, For the deeds of men are evil. Feet that runs towards wickedness, hands stained with the blood of the innocent and a lying tongue, that is like a double edged sword that hurts the lives of others with misery And a burden of guilt for his lying tongue. What reward? But the reward of death! An assurance of the conflicts in the minds of a man That rages on till his last breath, loveless. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 89 [topic] => 8 [informant] => Lide [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )
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