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Individualism broken by the rythms of bad men, sheep in the flocks following the shepard. The weak crys of the mothers of our nation begging for the chance to free themselves from their
hours in time. The hourglass has ran to the microscopic last piece of earth. Rambling old codge hanging by smeltering lava in the night. Sickended by their no end of miserous sexual deeds.
Judgement is at hand. Immoral weakness which go past tides of men. Through our past we live with more regret than which one could ever percieve. Angered by the smeltered, saddened by the
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Last time to say it

Contributed by bubrubb43 on Saturday, 4th July 2009 @ 05:51:44 PM in AEST
Topic: ChristianPoetry

More and in the bars with hoards of flocks, the people are there. Flocking to the main stream alleged good time they are seeking to add the long desired excitment their lives crave.
Individualism broken by the rythms of bad men, sheep in the flocks following the shepard. The weak crys of the mothers of our nation begging for the chance to free themselves from their
hours in time. The hourglass has ran to the microscopic last piece of earth. Rambling old codge hanging by smeltering lava in the night. Sickended by their no end of miserous sexual deeds.
Judgement is at hand. Immoral weakness which go past tides of men. Through our past we live with more regret than which one could ever percieve. Angered by the smeltered, saddened by the
liquified sons of dead. Echos are all but to real in a time of constradicted blasphemy. Led by the unholy tyrants of kings.

Copyright © bubrubb43 ... [ 2009-07-04 17:51:44]
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Re: Last time to say it (User Rating: 1 )
by lesoleilnoire on Sunday, 5th July 2009 @ 05:28:10 PM AEST
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Very introspective piece; I have made the same observations of mankind today. It troubles me deeply. Great job capturing it in word form!

Heidi

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