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[title] => Some Kind Of Matador
[time] => 2005-03-23 14:12:50
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[bodytext] => One can have an opinion For every thing Yet watch on the way you are saying Your opinion And to who One may live with it While the other gets furious One who is using words Witch are not heard Will get rivals While the other has the same opinion But is using words Witch can be heard Will get rivals But lesser And he will get the chance to live While in the books witch are so holy Are written Ye neither kill nor hurt A single living soul Or else thy have Sinned And yet they go against These rules These holy rules Why, why is the biggest question Witch may not be answered At all Maybe someday But not now And why should someone Declare some kind of war To every one who belongs To that kind While only one of them Did it That is something for stereotypes To do Or does who will become A stereotype Yet a little war has already began And a little one will Go to big And as we fight here on earth So to might God and Allah However we can not see that For they might as well are trying To settle it Yet on both sides The mortals are saying They are fighting and ours shall win And both are saying blasphemy to each other Until both sides will fall down On the same moment On the ground Neither by combat Nor there wounds But by there followers Neither the angels nor the prophets in heaven Can heal those wounds Of there gods Caused by only one man Who wanted some kind of challenge And a challenger he got And then the wire of his life Was snapped into two By the scissors of Apopes And none can change The will of the unchangeable And so he died And immediately Grief, sorrow and overreaction came Slaughter they all said Well I say He was just killed like any other Man or girl Who to had an bullet or two and an knife in them I my self find the word Slaughter More to be used for the little girl Rowena the girl of Mulde That is what I’m calling Slaughter And I do not feel Neither grief nor sorrow For those who challenge them Self’s to dead Just like the matadors do in Spain So do we here Just like any other land has an Some Kind Of Matador [comments] => 0 [counter] => 240 [topic] => 13 [informant] => naijerana [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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