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[aid] => mick
[title] => For Christine
[time] => 2004-12-06 23:07:09
[hometext] => The title will be very decieving... as it has nothing to do with a girl
[bodytext] => Softly blowing the world is at ease Slowly leaving my mind is at peace There once was a time When all my words were rhymes But those days have gone like the sun has gone this night Do you still believe That the world should be free When you look at all the things that have happened to me Can you now see Why I can not believe My mind is fighting softly every hour My days are tortured my nights gone sour And the only thing I can think to blame Has long ago run away I can not say why I'm lost It has nothing to do with the battles I've fought It is my mind and what my mind has caught Some kind of disease That prevents all belief If I begged for help there would be no one to come The only thing I would get would be the silence of the shunned So listen now as I speak my last words Humans do not deserve to be as free as the birds For we as a race have destroyed what we owned Killed off wondrous beasts and left the planet disowned We give no reason for the damage we've done Yet we think that it is the world that owes us one Well we owe the world and I now must part I have tried my best and used up all the good in my heart Take heed to my sayings for they are all that is left I was just passing by, the worlds last remaining guest [comments] => 0 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 55 [informant] => poet_of_anger [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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