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[aid] => mick
[title] => Internal Scourge
[time] => 2004-09-06 15:10:11
[hometext] => I wrote this one last week for my class.( I love causing intrigue.^_^)The vocabulary is extremely
[bodytext] => He tormented himself so gruesomely Twisted his heart to fit the hype The stereotype crafted by the world’s manipulation Of good and ill His eyes bleed tears- Forever unfilled was his quintessential heart- No pill could end his suffering So he left his selfish needs so aversely Forced to extol benevolence upon a tyrant mob Duplicity was his only strife But he refused to fight Wisdom was his shield He promised himself he’d never yield The fascism shall not gain control He’d silt his throat on impetus before ever giving up his will (that- he openly loathed-(before) Freedom was he and he alone- But when time took its toll- His impervious form soon to behold A disguise of adroit complexions To deceive the eye and trick the mind A mere display of optics in the guise of truth- Made a marionette by the puppeteer known as society The strings hollowed deep within his hide Fortified by hooks of steel The sound of his flesh escaping airy wounds Brought a grimace upon his face No mace could match the malaise inflicted- Fore his sanity can bear no more- His eyes shut cold, cold as death- When he retrogressed to the status of peasants And opened his eyes in the public’s presence He noticed with sight as pure as prime That the world he knew- grew dark and grimly tepid Not even the meticulous screams of his victims could phase him It just made the act belligerently nostalgic in his mind Though he was not certain Did he do it? ...No of course not! Never can an amicable being Be sought or seen as the relentless fiend For isn’t he the crucial victim The victim of insecurity’s reign- The prey of a perennial falcon by day- Destiny has blessed thee, yet he will fall- Cursory denial of his acts of brute- will remain- Nothing more to save his now lethargic, livid, and weakly peeve state For his route hath been decided and alas confirmed his ruinous fate… ©Timothy Parris [comments] => 2 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 61 [informant] => Versifier [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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