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In a perfect world every one wold be headles because your head is only there to top things off
The face is the source of of every ones remorse, so lets rip it off well hang it on a peg over our choping block

We can hand out panflits, we'll make an orderly line for every one in the world whos sick of this time
Theyll come from all over the globe for are sure fire cure to all there woes

Then the facles can rule the world, were the only ones that see the logic thats always there, but rarly taped
Your brain jsut gets in the way alwayus telling you what is up when up isnt realy there your just looking at the air.

A judgmental manifold of man it makes you do whatever it can just to server the purpose, but we dont know are purpose
Does your purpose carey through to your dieing day. do you realy ever know who you are to everybody else.
Or are you just a face in the croud always seeing why but never understanding how

Like a clock that doesnt work well be there makeing sure it doesnt stop
Thers no end to life so lets all remove are tops, and with loss of all that weight we will lose are cares





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The purpose of the mind
Date: Tuesday, 1st February 2005 @ 01:51:39 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: kygobler
The purpose of the mind

In a perfect world every one wold be headles because your head is only there to top things off
The face is the source of of every ones remorse, so lets rip it off well hang it on a peg over our choping block

We can hand out panflits, we'll make an orderly line for every one in the world whos sick of this time
Theyll come from all over the globe for are sure fire cure to all there woes

Then the facles can rule the world, were the only ones that see the logic thats always there, but rarly taped
Your brain jsut gets in the way alwayus telling you what is up when up isnt realy there your just looking at the air.

A judgmental manifold of man it makes you do whatever it can just to server the purpose, but we dont know are purpose
Does your purpose carey through to your dieing day. do you realy ever know who you are to everybody else.
Or are you just a face in the croud always seeing why but never understanding how

Like a clock that doesnt work well be there makeing sure it doesnt stop
Thers no end to life so lets all remove are tops, and with loss of all that weight we will lose are cares







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