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[aid] => mick
[title] => I Need My Fix, Don't You?
[time] => 2009-03-26 02:22:19
[hometext] => This...is the deterioration of our moral code, and our sense of humanity as a people. and we're all victim to freedom, the most potent poison
[bodytext] => be quiet, and listen, to what im trying to say hold your tongue, watch your mouth, don't give it all away things are different now, the air is very still i know were out of time, but we've got time to kill with all the wasted years, and all the mounting sins they're all pinned to your soul, like a paper by a pin you need to realize, that it's dark outside but it's dark outside, so that they can hide who are they? and what are you trying to say? they are the world, and I've a message to convey beware the final fall, the mushroom cloud it will be much warmer than it is loud they are the fires of hell, and you're at the end of your chain it's time to buckle up and get ready for the pain for your actions here, are materializing there do you feel it? do you feel the cold air? its the turn of the century, my grandpa died i was the only one there who never cried i just stared and watched, as the emptiness grew and as the future of this world faded away with the blue the blue sky, it started turning green and the low tide, started rising in the sea and morals are now getting overrated and the cost of love, is getting inflated it's okay for us, to steal and cheat we don't care about health, we can take the heat they are rigging the poles and smiling at death tolls and we need to move east to "liberate" we're the aggressors, but they love to say "defensive state" you think you know what came first? the chicken or the sandwich? they're just numbers to you, that total beach house, you're RICH don't tell me how you're good, and how you help us all through writing, i was alive to watch the Romans fall please, open your eyes, you're an insult to intelligence by greed you justify the fading voice of your conscience do not touch me, please! just let me keep my house do not hear me, please! just let me use my mouth don't you see? you've turned freedom into a poison and conclusively, taken the beauty from the virgin i want my life back, you owe me a blessing change these people back, they were once good, i'm guessing "True happiness does not exist. People find something close to their ideas of true happiness, then redefine true happiness to fit what it is that they have found" -Me [comments] => 1 [counter] => 180 [topic] => 14 [informant] => beefybeebuzz [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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