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[aid] => mick
[title] => Madness
[time] => 2004-01-09 23:24:25
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[bodytext] => The world is a playground of lost fortune, An oasis of desolate minds. In time this world will lay in restless ruin, Like hearts beguiled by lust, It's temporary love Lends no satisfaction Like rain atop the ocean, It just swells the tide..... I have forgotten the sweetness of my youth Lost somewhere in my old bedroom. I remember the gold shag carpet, Mint green walls Someplace I call home, Lost somewhere in 88' The summer of my youth. A world that seemed so big, Is only bigger now I can't help but see That justice is cloaked in green, And so many hands are covered in blood..... Someone once told me; ' Prostitution is the oldest proffession' , So I said ' What about war ' ? And it makes me wonder, If a soldier is a whore, Or if a whore is a soldier? Corruption is blind And deadly like disease, I can't even trust my own hands, They're bound to be a little shaky, But then again, so is life.. I once dreamt of Hell, They said to me, ' Come on down the weather is nice and the wine is fine', So I drank with the devil and told him my sorrows, But he did'nt seem to care. I awoke to realize that reality really is'nt real, And I cry for another sunrise, Just one more day to make it right. If only the truth did'nt hurt, My wounds would run less deep.... And I ramble on like a joke in laughter And I ramble on like chatter in the covers And I ramble on Because there is no end to the madness.... [comments] => 3 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Mouth [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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