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[title] => ATONEMENT -MANKINDS ULTIMATE MISTAKE
[time] => 2005-03-24 18:17:10
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[bodytext] => This will never end unless you realize the world isn’t out to get you. I’m tired of walking on hot irons, I’m tired of always being wrong, and never having anything to balance on. I’m tired of people who think they know me better then I know myself, tired of being afraid I really don’t. Why do I always get stuck in the rain, It always rains so hard, then even though I spent so long taking swimming lessons, I find myself drowning. No Great Loss… Do you ever hear the cries each individual tree makes as it hit’s the ground, the sound of the forest crying out when the roots leave the ground. Do you ever hear the beautiful and lonely sound that comes out of the clouds. The sound of someone touching down, whether rough or naught, Whether they burst into flames in the end, or just rot, leaving nothing but their memories behind. To get caught in the gravel, and slowly break up, leaving the gravel stained No Great Loss… I find myself wondering what it would be like to leave this world behind and never return. Would I simply be erased from existence, would my identity be given up, will I be wiped from the memory of everyone who ever knew who I was. Would my footsteps be torn from the cement, would my height chart be wiped of the walls. Would all of the things I may of helped with become horrible strewn, or would all of the people I knew be better off…Never knowing me at all… No Great Loss… Pebbles may be thrown in the water, rose peddles are crumbled and torn form their stem People die every second only leaving a mark on who knew them very well, and people who have no one, will effect no one. People who fall off of buildings or fall on their own knives or people who are killed at the hands of others, or all of the children accused of committing suicide. When mankind’s ultimate solution is to kill anything that has even a bit of a negative effect… Some silly mistake they must condone for (Be condemned for) so that all of the bodies in the world are not enough… In the end… No Great Loss… DNB [comments] => 0 [counter] => 147 [topic] => 13 [informant] => ForeverAndADay [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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