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[aid] => mick
[title] => Counter Culture
[time] => 2005-03-12 12:13:19
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[bodytext] => Sirens blare in a false alarm, the populous masses get up in arms, they hit the streets like a wave of prozac, a force in denial that won't turn back. Stand in the way and you won't last the day, it doesn't matter what you have to say, because you are wrong anyways, so why don't you go home and play? I am the darkness, I am the night, I am the one who'll fight the right. I am the stone that will smash their plight in to real little pieces just for the sight. Good people of good concious, keep them balanced, keep them honest, for if they get lost in their ideals, get too wound down in their rightousness, that the goodness loses its appeal, then we are all lost. People step up, make them work for it, don't give up, and when the wave heeds the call, make sure that it hits the Wall. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 19 [informant] => CodyJ [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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