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Array ( [sid] => 165994 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => In Puddles Made Of Blood . . . Ben [time] => 2011-04-24 16:57:43 [hometext] => Evil exist not in the heart and soul of evil beings but in the eyes, of it's blood thirsty on lookers. [bodytext] =>

Listen can you hear it?
the sound of discontent,
even jokers fear it we've
hardened like cement.

Wallowing in shadows
like roaches in the wall,
going by the name of
fear encroaches on us
all.

Tell me do you feel it
do you know it's there?
all the signs reveal it
yet we still don't care.

Oh the joy of arrogance
like swine amidst the mud,
killers do their rain dance
ln puddles made of blood.

How and why have we
become the monsters
that we are, fighting wars
that never end while wishing
on a star.

Hoping for tomorrow trying to
find a better way, to aliviate
the sorrow that's caught up
with us today.

Coverups and lies corruption at
it's best, someone stole the
teachers soul and cheated on
the test.

Ben

my♥'svoice

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In Puddles Made Of Blood . . . Ben

Contributed by myheartsvoice on Sunday, 24th April 2011 @ 04:57:43 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Listen can you hear it?
the sound of discontent,
even jokers fear it we've
hardened like cement.

Wallowing in shadows
like roaches in the wall,
going by the name of
fear encroaches on us
all.

Tell me do you feel it
do you know it's there?
all the signs reveal it
yet we still don't care.

Oh the joy of arrogance
like swine amidst the mud,
killers do their rain dance
ln puddles made of blood.

How and why have we
become the monsters
that we are, fighting wars
that never end while wishing
on a star.

Hoping for tomorrow trying to
find a better way, to aliviate
the sorrow that's caught up
with us today.

Coverups and lies corruption at
it's best, someone stole the
teachers soul and cheated on
the test.

Ben

my♥'svoice

Copyright © myheartsvoice ... [ 2011-04-24 16:57:43]
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Re: In Puddles Made Of Blood . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by Tomboy on Sunday, 24th April 2011 @ 06:28:49 PM AEST
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Perfect in every way! (watch spelling of "alleviate," but otherwise another great rhythmic read)

Re: In Puddles Made Of Blood . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Monday, 25th April 2011 @ 10:57:24 AM AEST
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A wonderfully refreshing write from you, Ben...I truly enjoyed this...
Jenni

Re: In Puddles Made Of Blood . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 19th June 2011 @ 11:01:11 PM AEST
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Another incredibly good write.
So true and written with pizazz that only you can write.
Blessings, huggs,
emy

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