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[title] => Artificial God
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[bodytext] => The oxidizing is cold, Our ***** lives are mold. The devastation is bold, I am here so behold. The crowd seems to grin, But they scream within. They will cut off skin, If they know it's a sin. I will bite the hand, If it's what you demand. Can you understand? That this is what I planned. If you could only observe, That this is what we deserve. We should stop to preserve, While I chew on the nerve. If it's any concern, I think the world should burn. I think our god should turn, So we could all spurn. The information is wrong, The crucifixion was long. Sing his pain in song, Now stand where you belong. --Evan L.-- more of my poetry at: http://thepoemsofsorrow.com [comments] => 2 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 13 [informant] => thepos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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