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[aid] => mick
[title] => Writing on the Walls Again
[time] => 2004-01-10 10:45:51
[hometext] => This is just something that came out of my head, its kinda like a parody off all the people who act like nuts to be cool, but it has my own feelings in it, its like a random freestyle write.
[bodytext] => Show me you skin, Show me your blood, Show me you sin, Show me your heart I dont know anymore, I cant See anymore Where am I Get away you ***** Writing on the walls again, With my blood, feel the pain, Writing on the walls again, Keeping myself insane Everybodies crazy, I'm not mad, I'm just lazy, Eating at me all the time, Why the ***** am I writing this rhyme, Tell me god who the hell am I, Tell me why you live in the sky, Tell me who I am Can you see Me now, Can you see Me now, Can you see Me now, Walking blindly in the light, Jesus the lights are the bright, Lucifer can I borrow a light, Light this ciggy tonight Who the ***** am I Who the ***** am I Who the ***** am I Where did I leave me pizza Here we go again, Thousand miles away, Reliving pain, more and more rage Cant go or stay, Trapped in this bamboo cage I wanna slit your goat I wanna build a moat I wanna kill the pope I wanna smoke some dope I'm so ***** cool I act like a fool Sit down relax and take your ***** prozac Sit down relax and take your ***** prozac You think you have problems but you dont You want to kill me, but you wont Your just another ***** So Sit down relax and take your ***** prozac George Bush heres your anthrax Please return to sender George Bush I didnt ask Stick this parcel up your *** Where did all the money go, Where did all the honey go, Who ate all my sheep, Who went to sleep Where Is my durex hat I dont have any homes I dont make any sense I wanna build a fence Keep all my dreams at bay Keep all my feelings away I dont have any homes I dont care anymore Laugh point; Call me a ***** Dont care, just leave me now Because I'm death to the world beyond my headphones [comments] => 3 [counter] => 188 [topic] => 13 [informant] => alecfernadez [notes] => .......Edited by mod_6 for language.....10-01-04 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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