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[sid] => 3759
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Ruler >> Owner
[time] => 2002-09-12 19:59:35
[hometext] => Ever tried to shut down?
[bodytext] => Open the book to the page I told you,
Do what I say don’t do what I do do, Throw the rings on the stick, do like so, Sitting in the dark is a bad light show. Rage is a thought is trouble so settle, If you’re there for me, check sting me a vessel, Get up, shiver the cold rain omen, Asked did he ask me if a twist is broken. So you want to stand, land in my place to be? A hand to the top of my tree, as the new me? I know I knew neutered the place with fake doubt, Speak out sharp words until you bleed me out. Running in the dust with the dark and lonely, Why with a note don’t go alone only, Trapped by trust is enough I’d say so, Another acid door opened, I don’t know. Clock in like you care, help the honey tasters, Give me a minute to waste your time, a waste waster, Ride out the risk to push push against me, Keep your eyes open, watch watch from you dreams. It’s a diamond coated yet an ugly feel, Every wire barbed to make all your pain real, If you can’t beat me then destroy me or try your best, Cut me off at the knees and burn the rest. If you think you’re up to the test please test me, Keep what you have, to forget what you see, Wind chimes sent to check on what you’re bringing, My ears are melting, stop with the singing. All you want to do is follow follow follow, I’ll spoon out your insides, leaving you hollow, Black out, I don’t need you to be my right hand, Connect with my chaos, ring out the land. The centre is me, therefore absorb my orders, Soak them into your skin, heed the warnings, Grip tight as you climb up this jagged ladder, Your hands will ache and bleed, come sadder saddener. I carved myself from rock on purpose, Tied and dragged on knives I know is deserved, I am the ‘Ruler >> Owner’ of the turning shape, Trap you all between a hard and a harder place. It can’t be too easy to sink a white shine, Tie me back with ropes that cut, and remove my eyes, Even if you can do it, I’ll still stand and curl, Protect the cube with a version of the fire world. My suggestion is that you pull yourself apart and give in, Before I switch the dial and your flesh gets thin, So if I’m cut down and burnt, you’ll all come with me, Turn with a shutter, shut up, and leave the structure be. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 192 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Damon_Maynard [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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