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The king wants a revolution; obscuring chaos of bloody injustice craving a disposed fetus. I am He! Your leader says, "Go with the flow." Confusion errupts with talk like this. How can the go flow if the flow will not go into humanism; we are.
The kids aim high
Dazed from the real world
Fading to liquid airwaves- we are
Fearing the truth as
He kisses the world goodnight
The kiddies stuff their ignorant faces. The king is generous providing ecstasy. Our eyes are opened, yet still closed to a hideous hole in the sky, interested in only the big screen drug. I am HE.
The kids aim high
Dazed from the real world
Fading to liquid airwaves- we are
Fearing the truth as
He kisses the world goodnight
You- a useless soul reduced to blind the answer. Your leader, the devil, swindled life by throwing a match into gas. I am He. Boy, have you been cheated. The truth is we are all he, and have all been cheated. Scream rape, and bow to your king. The kiddies feel death at the tips of their tongues as he invents another channel, and the revolution hasn't yet begun. Crave your television, and kiss the world good morning. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 326 [topic] => 25 [informant] => Elisabeth [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )

Spaced Brain Kids

Contributed by Elisabeth on Sunday, 15th September 2002 @ 07:14:11 PM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems

Juveniles- step off this
The king wants a revolution; obscuring chaos of bloody injustice craving a disposed fetus. I am He! Your leader says, "Go with the flow." Confusion errupts with talk like this. How can the go flow if the flow will not go into humanism; we are.
The kids aim high
Dazed from the real world
Fading to liquid airwaves- we are
Fearing the truth as
He kisses the world goodnight
The kiddies stuff their ignorant faces. The king is generous providing ecstasy. Our eyes are opened, yet still closed to a hideous hole in the sky, interested in only the big screen drug. I am HE.
The kids aim high
Dazed from the real world
Fading to liquid airwaves- we are
Fearing the truth as
He kisses the world goodnight
You- a useless soul reduced to blind the answer. Your leader, the devil, swindled life by throwing a match into gas. I am He. Boy, have you been cheated. The truth is we are all he, and have all been cheated. Scream rape, and bow to your king. The kiddies feel death at the tips of their tongues as he invents another channel, and the revolution hasn't yet begun. Crave your television, and kiss the world good morning.

Copyright Â© Elisabeth ... [ 2002-09-15 19:14:11]
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Re: Spaced Brain Kids (User Rating: 1 )
by Unaekseveer1 on Tuesday, 12th November 2002 @ 11:10:04 PM AEST
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I don't like the picture this excellent write creates in my mind Elisabeth, probably because this does so well describe the darker, sadly truthful, side of this anxiety filled existence today.
If only we could all see just who we really are!
Very well done, keep up the great writing please.

With love
Dean:-)

Re: Spaced Brain Kids (User Rating: 1 )
by Wilder on Thursday, 5th December 2002 @ 06:17:46 AM AEST
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This is the first poem I've read from the Misc. poetry category. And I liked it very much. :) trés bien!

Re: Spaced Brain Kids (User Rating: 1 )
by UNORTHODOX on Tuesday, 12th October 2010 @ 12:34:11 PM AEST
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The truth hurts so
you've depicted our race(human) precisely without regret
Poettically your genius was displayed,
this passage was driven by a force which could stake a heart
without a doubt I'm astounded
nice!

-UNORTHODOX

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