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Array ( [sid] => 147183 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Such Is Life I Suppose [time] => 2009-01-02 23:08:24 [hometext] => [bodytext] => A divorce between father and mother
'Cause daddy says that he loves another
So battle is raging and nothing less
And the son says he'll sell his religion to fix this mess
But they don't care, no they don't care

And Son says he wishes he could speak his brain
'Cause all his love has been washed away by the rain
Even though Mother and Father say that they love him
They say still love him
So they send him to college to get some more knowledge
And to learn how to work so he can put life on hold even longer
And he'll make some more friends who are nothing but actors
They'll say "we'll live thru this life and thru ever after
'Cause we're angels"

Yes, they're angels
And they'd sell off their halos for any fortune
And they'd sell off their wings to gain any fame
But then on Sunday they'd fall to their knees
and they'd say "God forgive us, forgive us please"
They'll be so repentant in all of their ways
They'll be so repentant...
Until Monday

And I shout that fakes are all that is left
They'll say "God bless you" and "God damn you" in the same breath
I've tried to keep it in, but now I just can't hold it
Because snakes are all that is left in the pulpit [comments] => 2 [counter] => 241 [topic] => 32 [informant] => asthenia [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
Such Is Life I Suppose

Contributed by asthenia on Friday, 2nd January 2009 @ 11:08:24 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



A divorce between father and mother
'Cause daddy says that he loves another
So battle is raging and nothing less
And the son says he'll sell his religion to fix this mess
But they don't care, no they don't care

And Son says he wishes he could speak his brain
'Cause all his love has been washed away by the rain
Even though Mother and Father say that they love him
They say still love him
So they send him to college to get some more knowledge
And to learn how to work so he can put life on hold even longer
And he'll make some more friends who are nothing but actors
They'll say "we'll live thru this life and thru ever after
'Cause we're angels"

Yes, they're angels
And they'd sell off their halos for any fortune
And they'd sell off their wings to gain any fame
But then on Sunday they'd fall to their knees
and they'd say "God forgive us, forgive us please"
They'll be so repentant in all of their ways
They'll be so repentant...
Until Monday

And I shout that fakes are all that is left
They'll say "God bless you" and "God damn you" in the same breath
I've tried to keep it in, but now I just can't hold it
Because snakes are all that is left in the pulpit




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Re: Such Is Life I Suppose (User Rating: 1 )
by Butterflyperfect on Friday, 2nd January 2009 @ 11:40:25 PM AEST
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Life is a constant stuggle with nothing but tests and obstacles and it really sucks. To tell you the truth I understand what you are feeling and can only hope to find a way to make it through without being forced to be someone i am not.

Incredible write.

Take Care,
-Butterfly


Re: Such Is Life I Suppose (User Rating: 1 )
by suze on Sunday, 4th January 2009 @ 08:53:44 PM AEST
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Best poem ive read on the site so far,
Wonderfully written with obvious passion!
Great,great job.
A truly beautiful piece.
-sue.




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