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[aid] => mick
[title] => Down With
[time] => 2005-01-10 03:43:26
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[bodytext] => convince myself this illusion cant touch me and when i dream feel hell grow inside wake to find im in elevation cold were so cold over the black fire heavy and bound i practise my prostitution you pulled off my wings stop laughing i go home i stare at god he looks away gives me the gun must be crazy coz i Blew him away Now im up and im down with the sickness watch me abusive whores its my revolution its your retribution im up and im down with the sickness down with [comments] => 1 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 13 [informant] => persia [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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