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[aid] => mick
[title] => Ode To Despair
[time] => 2012-06-26 18:52:01
[hometext] => About the most confessional piece I've ever written. Written through a small outburst of mental deterioration.
[bodytext] => What is the taste of war? God- Is the answer to everything though hastily adds to nothing amongst clouds and clouds of sin. God, can you hear me? The sheep congregate in flocks to see your smiling face. Our paths aren’t interlocked. Within my final days of being I will cry, to you so that my soul may be divine. Many others will do too. What is the boot to the face? Oppression? Fascism? God- is forever everything. My light, savior and lord. I’ve never heard a hellish cry, the most blood I’ve ever seen comprised of pixels on a screen, or in a dark scarlet dream. Consequently, I am clad in white Inept of comprehension as to true humanity. Relying solely on suspended reality. Trapped, a pawn flowing along the current of time. No great events to occupy my life. True humanity runs dry. And never shall mine, be a life of pure grace. My humanity: greed, industry, lies. To die no one, the ultimate fate. Swift as a wind my mind gained persistent helplessness. In Past, present and future lay hate, nothingness and false happiness. Dreaming of a life with divine purpose; are you there god? Did we or you make this reality? God? God? God? Go? Please, give my short life a means of dying for some virtuous cause. Though truth, I cannot thwart. So, soon I will regress into my botched beautiful humanity. To feed the orgasm of despair that constantly and endlessly destroys me. God, who gave me this obsession I beg you to take it away from me. For what purpose was I birthed in your mind? Other than that which will never be. Soon my youth will rot away along with my broken body and on the cold stone grave, letters will read: ‘1996-2016’ [comments] => 0 [counter] => 244 [topic] => 76 [informant] => me1234 [notes] => Corrected spelling per request. Note that I am guessing you want the dash after God's name since it is in here twice. If you need further editing, please visit site help. (Site Help · FAQ · Feedback) ~ Thank you. Moderator_18 June 27, 2012 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => obsession )
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