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[aid] => mick
[title] => a purpose
[time] => 2006-08-24 22:52:16
[hometext] => lemme know what ya think.
[bodytext] => A purpose A young girl walks to nowhere with a great purpose You can call to her but she will only pick up the pace Her mission life or death to her It is to live or die And she sees no valid reason for either to prevail She looked at her life through a dirty microscope A birthday present was the microscope The dirt that it wore a stain of hatred She was looking too deeply into nothing And she began to see everything, through dirt It became clear to her The microscope could not lie only magnify The parasites on all that she could see Growing faster than she the parasites of the world They began to occupy the cells that made up the curious girl And her blood began to turn cold and decayed She tried to scream but they ate her vocal cords In her head she begged to know who they were If the were going to kill her she needed to know They answered “We are the virus called society and you have looked too closely at us, so now you will become us” The girl cried “Don’t be afraid little girl for once we are done reshaping your mind you will not remember this and better still you will no longer remember who you were before, you will be a part of something greater….Society” The girl wakes from a sleep wet with the sweat of a nightmare and wonders if that was real and if she is now different from when she drifted to sleep. She lies for a moment Tells herself “That was just a dream don’t be silly” Puts her feet on the floor and feels something beneath them A dirty microscope that’s been cracked in half And so begins her mission Live with someone else’s purpose or Die with her own? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 180 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Recovery_poet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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