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[aid] => mick
[title] => the meek
[time] => 2009-10-23 23:59:42
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[bodytext] => The Meek Corruption is alive and free Living out loud on our streets Sinners and priest A hundred a dollar Tellin- us we can't stand. But, we must now holler To take it, take it back Take what means something Something to me Erosion lives, and it leaves You a little less than me Sailors and kings A hundred a dollar Tellin- us to take a stand. Take what you want, take back Take back what mean some- Something to me Death, it runs alive Giving you our early demise Dancers with a ring A hundred a dollar Like a dime a dozen Regular zing We're losin' our voice A million bee's a sting We're losin' our choice Death, it kills us But we have a leg to catch da bus To let them know We are the meek We're the meek **** your penance **** your heaven **** you loss You ******* bigot and your cost **** your clean thought That you ******* bought For a future life Only if you take my hand Can you understand, how to survive A hundred a dollar A million a bee's sting It's time to holler It's time to believe In you In me I'm not a liar A million dollars A hundred a saint Washed on the rocks We are nothing Nothing, but the meek [comments] => 0 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 55 [informant] => rhei76 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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