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And shake your head
Look what I do
And roll your eyes
Follow my footsteps
And be lost in the abyss
Fly with me
And choose to be different

Keep the thoughts coming
Of this pathetic world
Keep the guns running
And watch the children fall
Keep the governments lying
For we no longer care
Keep the children starving
For all we do is stare

It’s hard to keep in step with doom
For it grows at a furious pace
It’s hard to look at people who smile
Without wondering what’s inside
It’s hard to speak when no one listens
As they shake their heads in dismay
It’s hard to feel the way I do
At the bottom always looking up

Keith W. Saunders
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Toowillagar’s Trance

Contributed by gribbs on Saturday, 24th November 2007 @ 02:44:59 AM in AEST
Topic: InspirationalPoems

Listen to me speak
And shake your head
Look what I do
And roll your eyes
Follow my footsteps
And be lost in the abyss
Fly with me
And choose to be different

Keep the thoughts coming
Of this pathetic world
Keep the guns running
And watch the children fall
Keep the governments lying
For we no longer care
Keep the children starving
For all we do is stare

It’s hard to keep in step with doom
For it grows at a furious pace
It’s hard to look at people who smile
Without wondering what’s inside
It’s hard to speak when no one listens
As they shake their heads in dismay
It’s hard to feel the way I do
At the bottom always looking up

Keith W. Saunders

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Re: Toowillagar’s Trance (User Rating: 1 )
by TheGrimReapersHourglass on Saturday, 24th November 2007 @ 03:55:29 AM AEST
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Very Tramatic I seem to live in a democritive town that used to be a country hic town trying to be the size of a large city but Heres The Twist Wine Is Fine But Wiskeys Quicker dry I am not it just isnt wanted anymore Undernieth The Bridge Sometime,& it isnt part of the five zero states or many cities it like the abyss but not as so Knock Knock Knock On Heavens Door an Hourglass yet to come. The Town I live in seems to be Trapped Under Ice and once told to Freeze its all locked in to were you cant move This Is The End My Friend The Only End My Friend. Thank You from The Grim Reaper,DevilsPriest KnownAs LORD,Denver L.

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