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[aid] => mick
[title] => Eighth Deadliest Sin
[time] => 2010-04-19 19:40:37
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[bodytext] => I’ve shut off my phone to demons So they can’t whisper in my ear I’ve shut and locked all my windows So they don’t know I’m here But I’ve still got this chill up my spine And incessant thought of theirs You will be mine You will be mine And the worst part of all, I know it’s true; But that doesn’t make time feel wasted Fending off the scarlet hue Mask of enduring face How did you know I would Trust you after all this time, Training to not do as I should? Hopeless battle, I know, I KNOW Can never convince me to give in Force me, force me, so I can witness The tragic play centered on your sin Or was it mine, worst of all eight The deadliest added late; The sin of thought I would ever be normal Caught at a ball in Hell, not dressed formal Because I was at home, in robe and slippers Just where I should’ve been all along I don’t know that for which I’m paying, I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 265 [topic] => 59 [informant] => Chamaron [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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