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[aid] => mick
[title] => This freedom of mine
[time] => 2005-11-04 12:02:20
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[bodytext] => If what you call a cell is what i call a world then you think me mad because im free from your world No one can take my sanity what you mistake for madness is just pure clarity i've just broken the chains of what some people might call " society" But i'll ask you this: When draughts go free and healths cheer you by do you not feel this freedom of mine? When fog runs through your lungs and laughter through your ears and your screaming brings your paranoid fears and your thoughts will end in a dream or a cry, do you not feel this freedom of mine? when day turns dark and your mind goes light when your heart and eye will turn kind, you travel to the world you always hope to find somewhere you can really smile without being accused of being senile yes you do know this freedom of mine but you close it up with shame and etiquette and hypocrisy and lies And you loathe and you hate whoever has your gold and with and explosion of fire you turn them to cold Do you not see this jail on your mind? Locked by the greed of the money on your hand Now you laugh at the thought that you sin your way to heaven and you laugh and you laugh but you cry inside because you see that you're blind Then you envy me and this freedom of mine and you feel your hate burning your insides because you will never have this freedom of mine You anger and you pain because i'm happy and you're not so you send me away behind bars, tight and shut Now you continue to crime your way through life while im safe, away and happy in a friendly ward. You continue to call upon death through your heart and you call and you call and you swear on her face when she's not away a yard It is I who lack sanity? It is I who lack sense? Now you know what you've missed swallowed by darkness by demons kissed and the hole in your heart expands in your part So forever you're trapped inside what you thought that would help you survive apart from blind you were deaf! Because of your arrogance and stubborness you've landed in death! while i fly away as happy as before and i play in the clouds something funner than before and i rest at ease, on a cloud i recline i want you to know that On the ward you shut me in i was just fine just because i treasured and i kept this freedom of mine. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 43 [informant] => aliengirl [notes] => Edited for Spelling as Requested by Moderator_15 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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