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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Ticking Bird
[time] => 2004-06-30 06:46:46
[hometext] => hhm well i might make another title but me not sure yet. Grtz Naijerana
[bodytext] => There is a flame, a flame burning in me Filled with hatred and anger I’am like a ticking bomb That can explode any time any where Every second I feel the hatred and anger Growing stronger And my patient’s is Growing weaker and weaker And there will come a time When the ticking will stop And all the hatred’s and anger’s will come out And I might hurt others, or maybe not But that I cannot tell For non knows, except the faiths There is a way to stop the ticking But it is not a pleasant one And it will bring pain to family’s And close friends, but it will But it will stop The ticking, and it will not explode It will just stop I’am there and I cannot go further For non can walk on nothing If I wish I will go back And then wait when the bomb explode And I might hurt people Or not But that risk, I dare not to take And soon very soon ill be like bird I’am on the edge now And I hear the shoutings of not to But I care not what they say I can feel it going through my hair And cutting like a knife around my body It does not take long, for my body Does not speak anymore And I shall not hurt any more For the bomb has stopped And I was like a A Ticking Bird [comments] => 2 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Naijerana [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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