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Sunday
Contributed by
Amicus
on
Tuesday, 19th August 2008 @ 05:12:31 AM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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Sunday is a black day Today the clouds cry rain Today we all know pain Sunday is a Black day Sunday is a Black day A day where it all ends A day hope never begins Where nothing at all can comfort you Where Black pain falls from the hearts of few But everyone can feel it harden their hearts But everyone can feel it tear them apart Sunday is a Black day To wash away all of the sinful lies To wash away the sickening flies That lay their eggs in beautiful minds That make it the answer never to find Sunday is a Black day The few that stand against these lies The few must their own face disguise Futile to fight the Masters own needs Futile to bite the hand that feeds Sunday is a Black day Today is my Sunday Sunday is everyday
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Amicus
... [
2008-08-19 05:12:31] (Date/Time posted on
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