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[aid] => mick
[title] => an ode to misanthropy
[time] => 2010-08-12 00:37:33
[hometext] => if one had to choose to be a misanthrope, enough reasons can be found
[bodytext] => why is there this desire to share why indeed the need for love. Our joys our sorrows we hold dear but why want of others to care call it genes of human nature as history stands afore to tell easier we find to love to hate and decidedly then enemies we make as if only living to seek conflict among other or within ourselves thus in shadow of love hate we breed while finding others to interact soft handling with human tact bringing every soul at utmost bare knowing more and all and everything they hold newer ways and means we find strong willed to bring then down with reasons enough to justify all our sins in foolish contempt to find content we even redefine the guilt to our needs.. More inclined towards arguments we sway never missing a chance we all think we all r right, to this idea we dearly abide and fight till our last breath to feed our egos all the length we tread would rather die than change opine as our egos havent and wont learn to repine.. Fooled we stand to believe in god dead ressurected to preach us all on grounds of faith we have saints to teach but in simple love for humanity we wont believe religions have thus reign supreme fighting wars in name for peace more alive r killed for sake of dead hands muddied in blood of kins and more graves we dig but old beliefs wont be shed so kudos to all misanthropes i say as in misanthrophy my new religion i confine and today my hate for humanity i define while trying hard to like a few about the rest i try not to care but still the remanents of what remains strings hate to all domains that too i confess includes me foolish precedence we hold alive as creed thrives on brazen credence no urge at all we find to seek no reason enough to see beyond we never desire to question any more what has been told centuries ago will remain so, till eternity or even more [comments] => 3 [counter] => 304 [topic] => 73 [informant] => mehuel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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