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Array ( [sid] => 42645 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Hope [time] => 2004-04-10 19:25:49 [hometext] => Many things go wrong in life, but there is always hope. [bodytext] => The world may have resigned into a living hell and the wholes that open do not bide us well.
Those that take from those that need and in return give to them the blanket of insecurity.
For surly those that give,
Not take,
Should suffer not the same fate.
For surly those that take,
Not give,
Have binded their actions to the living hell that graces this world.

Is it possible for those in power
To not steal but give?
To not hate, but live?
For the moment is near, when the hell of this world will rise up and gain control.
For it has started with those that take and do not give
But, for those with hope that seals their fate;
The fate to live,
The fate to die.
With their hope that continues to thrive, Those with hope will not divide.

For division is what wrecks this world,
Of all the little circles that revolve around those little triangles with the power of the pound.
The pound that equals wealth.
The pound that equals death.
The pound that keeps the animals and binds them to their fate.

Our fate is not written, because it is our own!
To control how we will, or to leave alone.
To leave for the scribes to grace a glint of hope, for the love and friendship that may yet rid this world of hate.

For hell may continue and the wholes may open further,
But hope will not die.
For those that are open and those that have love will make this world a better place,
Away from those that do nought but take. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 14 [informant] => Chade [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )

Hope

Contributed by Chade on Saturday, 10th April 2004 @ 07:25:49 PM in AEST
Topic: DreamsandWishes

The world may have resigned into a living hell and the wholes that open do not bide us well.
Those that take from those that need and in return give to them the blanket of insecurity.
For surly those that give,
Not take,
Should suffer not the same fate.
For surly those that take,
Not give,
Have binded their actions to the living hell that graces this world.

Is it possible for those in power
To not steal but give?
To not hate, but live?
For the moment is near, when the hell of this world will rise up and gain control.
For it has started with those that take and do not give
But, for those with hope that seals their fate;
The fate to live,
The fate to die.
With their hope that continues to thrive, Those with hope will not divide.

For division is what wrecks this world,
Of all the little circles that revolve around those little triangles with the power of the pound.
The pound that equals wealth.
The pound that equals death.
The pound that keeps the animals and binds them to their fate.

Our fate is not written, because it is our own!
To control how we will, or to leave alone.
To leave for the scribes to grace a glint of hope, for the love and friendship that may yet rid this world of hate.

For hell may continue and the wholes may open further,
But hope will not die.
For those that are open and those that have love will make this world a better place,
Away from those that do nought but take.

Copyright © Chade ... [ 2004-04-10 19:25:49]
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Re: Hope (User Rating: 1 )
by little_genna on Sunday, 11th April 2004 @ 05:15:04 AM AEST
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wow chade this is excellent. really made me think about this world.

love and hugs
XgenX

Re: Hope (User Rating: 1 )
by dolly_dagger on Monday, 12th April 2004 @ 06:08:42 PM AEST
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ive felt the same way lots of times before.
nice write babe
xxxx

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