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[aid] => mick
[title] => Return to Sea
[time] => 2009-10-02 09:55:37
[hometext] => I wrote this to address the fact that we are all running out of time. If we could only see what's in front of us and not what others would have us believe, maybe we could return to our roots and begin to make sense of this life that's been given to us.
[bodytext] => The Future is Dead
Premeditated Plans With An Empty Disposition
As You Scour Across the Blank Red Sky
No Sign of Life In This Hollow Goodbye
Empty, Lifeless, Sullen, Blank
All Hope Here Is Lost
Fabricated Lies of a Higher Entity
Give Life Deeper Meaning
Holding Such High Regard
To the Invisible
Are Senses Not Enough to Unveil Truth?
This Blissful Euphoria of Forever Will Not Last
Precariously Drifting Through False Pretense
This World Is All But Lost
Unclean
Purge Yourself... Return to the Sea
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[informant] => Hyren
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[alanguage] => english
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[score] => 16
[ratings] => 4
[editpoem] => 1
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[topicname] => DarkPoetry
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