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[title] => Is That Joy Or Maddness
[time] => 2005-12-08 06:24:35
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[bodytext] => Always interfering And now even What I do with my Money An gigantic swell in my neck Watching my every move If my moves does not Satisfied It She tells me how And what I must do Though even my irritation level Is high It is the first one who has made is Al the way above the top Truly I’ am already thinking What I shall do If I saw It at night Alone Just shoot It Hang It Stab It Or perhaps Buying an cop coffee And poising it Or throw gasoline over It And watch It burn Like dry wood And hear her screaming’s of aid While I watch It With joy and laughter on my face Though unfortunately Playing as an goddess over others Is not something for me Though even some think they can play as an god or an goddess what drives one to do it to take some one else’s life how does it come even if one hates an person more than the devil hates god one can still say I shall not ill him but then why why does people still do it then one can think about it or you play an game and see that person on the screen and blast him in to an thousand pieces but why most one do so in real what do win nothing well maybe an little joy and satisfaction now you know he is gone but you can enjoy an thousand times more when you visualize him when you are playing an shoot em up game so still why why does one have more joy in real then in an own made fantasy world is it because in real the warm blood of your irritation flows over your arms, face, body and legs if that is the only reason to do it you can as well throw hot water with the colour red over your body even though that hurts like hell and you might get blister’s than you can just think I have done en real battle Because it hurts On that way You can kill your irritation An thousand times or more And one more fantastic than the other Though you will still see him In life And you are prisoner by that Be free to kill Maybe that is the reason To be free at last Instead of being imprisoned By hatred and depression How ever that freedom That people want Is That Joy Or Maddness [comments] => 0 [counter] => 201 [topic] => 13 [informant] => naijerana [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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