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Array ( [sid] => 115578 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => for those not true born [time] => 2006-02-28 16:34:22 [hometext] => [bodytext] => a sickness of man we corrupt what we feel
but we are a bringer of destruction that is our deal

this immolatin which we quicken to this pace
building our own gallows with disaffirmance we face

hiding in hollows with one gun to the sky
wanting redemption with death in our eye

this path which we follow terminus in dismay
following a truth in death does it pay

blind is our vision insight not in grasp
following but not understanding expecting it to last

there is more in this world thats hidden from our mind
the series of rot that if looked its easy to find

a mixture of diversion with hypocrisy all on our plate
confusing our day and sealing our fate

closure and chaos a bed of mixed thorns
filled with disaray for those not true born

but we are the last a rag of a crew
we know nothing but pretend that we do

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for those not true born

Contributed by lostrelic on Tuesday, 28th February 2006 @ 04:34:22 PM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry

a sickness of man we corrupt what we feel
but we are a bringer of destruction that is our deal

this immolatin which we quicken to this pace
building our own gallows with disaffirmance we face

hiding in hollows with one gun to the sky
wanting redemption with death in our eye

this path which we follow terminus in dismay
following a truth in death does it pay

blind is our vision insight not in grasp
following but not understanding expecting it to last

there is more in this world thats hidden from our mind
the series of rot that if looked its easy to find

a mixture of diversion with hypocrisy all on our plate
confusing our day and sealing our fate

closure and chaos a bed of mixed thorns
filled with disaray for those not true born

but we are the last a rag of a crew
we know nothing but pretend that we do

Copyright © lostrelic ... [ 2006-02-28 16:34:22]
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Re: for those not true born (User Rating: 1 )
by thesinner on Tuesday, 28th February 2006 @ 04:55:03 PM AEST
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very insightful.a good write

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