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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Rusty Karmic cage
[time] => 2003-01-17 17:20:00
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[bodytext] => Moving away from things you hold dear
With blood on my palms and clusters in my eyes I have no fear Come and take me down, strike me down I don’t care I have been found My veins sprayed clean my façade And slammed my ego to the ground If I could’ve just withstood the tyranny If I could’ve just felt that in all my sleepless nights there was someone hearing me Then maybe it would not have come to this Long have I seen the sunrise with black eyes Long have the passing dawns fueled my rage Maimed from legs and then from heart I was left mindlessly chewing through my rusty karmic cage And now I am free, I’ve moved away from things that are holy signing in red my contract too damnation, this fate was not of my creation, but it was better than continuing to live in deviation… of my identity I never harmed a living creature, yet I am so willing to let me slip away Like the leaves that turned brown in those suburban spring days, and just as when they were gone, when I am gone the world will be cold, but unlike them at least I wont have left old They say that in the land of the blind the one eyed man is king This could not be further from the truth, for the world is blind and it welcomes its kin, and all others are accused of “sin” Was this the dream? Was this the dream? To follow the rules…. I had two eyes and I was still used as a tool Was this the dream? How would I know, I do not dream [comments] => 4 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 13 [informant] => johndough111 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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