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[aid] => mick
[title] => and so it goes?
[time] => 2006-11-27 22:12:41
[hometext] => what happened to freedom of expression i cry supression
[bodytext] => Do I have an answer for you? Do I have a clue? All that transmits, Do I choose, I hope not, then there'd be a God, could be you? and you could play me for a fool, see in the Wild West pride runs deeper than oil, enflames souls, freedom is our savior, why give it to a creature they call Beast, nothing seems too much make sense, in a sense it's like being at the apex of a prism, yet imprisioned by the lack of options, your reflection echoes greatness, living legend, yet all that will mean nothing if i let all Ya'll, get the best of our pal, plowed one path, it has become self evident through advancement and culture, though disticnt paths to get here, we all have arrived to a new age of inner feeling, that logically it only precedes that we share the same angels, the same God, the same demons, the same souls, different words, different labels, essentially the most diverse nation just reached the finish line first, so surely we have been blessed, for i have justified our quest? for defending our way of lving converting known feelings into condense discourse, the ship is back on the right course, but for how long? forever finelining it, manuevrving through moderators, essentially nothing can contain this, just a man just hands made for lightening striking typing, supersane soul so sick of the false facade of the powers that be put a spell on me, but come to unarm me, and i'm unarming an army, unspoken between the scenes, do you hear me telekinectically? well anyway i hope peace, but part of me bleeds, for drama and i wanna be a knowing part of, designing the end of days the best we can, like the "Glorious Revolution", civilization needs a king, to order things, find anyone of my calibur just holler, till then preserve my castle in Scotland, from there I will begin the intial phaze of the end of days, you know if you'll be saved, till then Brian Gallagher is his slave, dodging demons daily what else can i say, i'm cleary the illest ever. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 308 [topic] => 13 [informant] => BSteel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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