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Array ( [sid] => 90841 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Fuse is Burning [time] => 2005-04-13 16:30:25 [hometext] => (i was very angry when i wrote this as you can see) [bodytext] => Some times I look in the mirror and feel disgusted,
I wonder what kind of impression I leave, if I can be trusted.
I wanna talk about eternity, soul and the fire,
But most everybody don’t want to listen, their so uninspired.
Hey you! Don’t you worry, how long do you think you can laugh at it,
Is everybody blind or am I just hypersensitive.

The holy bible talks about love, love that endures to today.
Take a look at the front though and you’ll see the flame.
The kings are killers, adulterers and hypocrites who run on greed,
Look around you see history repeat it self, call it a bad seed.
Genocide and bigotry.
They say ‘The Bible speaks to me’.
They read about Holy wars and dictator’s pride,
Forget what Jesus died for.

See them bombing foreign soil,
Wars over the price of oil.
Democracy was a good idea in till greed got in the way.
I see an enemy who behaves most subtly,
Straight faced at the funeral of what they profess to be.
If you walk the way of pride, well don’t be surprised,
When God isn’t impressed and expects some answers.

Cultures that stood since the dawn are fading away,
Natural order perverted "It’s the American way".
A man passed through the Cradle, a while back ,
He stuck to his guns he wouldn’t back track.
He tried to abide, just ended up with a lost cause.
Another righteous man whose dogma got in the way?

Tell me sister when did you lose it?
You turn that smile to tears as the situation sees fit,
Tell me did you ever have it?
See you sell you soul to the coin of idolatry,
Stop yourself!
Look around are you free?
I see you absorb all the crap,
Like a sponge to a tap.
Standing at your mirror Practicing your dark sarcasm and blunt wit,
If you want what you need first you got to turn of the brain drip.

I look around,
Fall to the ground,
The Bigots, The Hypocrites and The Liars sometimes get me down.
Masters of the Proposition,
Kings of Ambition.
Hanging around at the gateway blocking out the light of God.
The say they hold the keys to the kingdom that they are the sun,
But that’s bull***** God don’t give pearls to swine,
Salvation is love and that’s for everyone.

I don’t care about economy, politics or astronomy
But it sure dose bother me see them try turn my loved ones into puppets.

And the fuse is burning
Can’t bear the load
Yes the fuse is burning
Its gonna Explode.
[comments] => 1 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 6 [informant] => Ppaul [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
The Fuse is Burning

Contributed by Ppaul on Wednesday, 13th April 2005 @ 04:30:25 PM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry



Some times I look in the mirror and feel disgusted,
I wonder what kind of impression I leave, if I can be trusted.
I wanna talk about eternity, soul and the fire,
But most everybody don’t want to listen, their so uninspired.
Hey you! Don’t you worry, how long do you think you can laugh at it,
Is everybody blind or am I just hypersensitive.

The holy bible talks about love, love that endures to today.
Take a look at the front though and you’ll see the flame.
The kings are killers, adulterers and hypocrites who run on greed,
Look around you see history repeat it self, call it a bad seed.
Genocide and bigotry.
They say ‘The Bible speaks to me’.
They read about Holy wars and dictator’s pride,
Forget what Jesus died for.

See them bombing foreign soil,
Wars over the price of oil.
Democracy was a good idea in till greed got in the way.
I see an enemy who behaves most subtly,
Straight faced at the funeral of what they profess to be.
If you walk the way of pride, well don’t be surprised,
When God isn’t impressed and expects some answers.

Cultures that stood since the dawn are fading away,
Natural order perverted "It’s the American way".
A man passed through the Cradle, a while back ,
He stuck to his guns he wouldn’t back track.
He tried to abide, just ended up with a lost cause.
Another righteous man whose dogma got in the way?

Tell me sister when did you lose it?
You turn that smile to tears as the situation sees fit,
Tell me did you ever have it?
See you sell you soul to the coin of idolatry,
Stop yourself!
Look around are you free?
I see you absorb all the crap,
Like a sponge to a tap.
Standing at your mirror Practicing your dark sarcasm and blunt wit,
If you want what you need first you got to turn of the brain drip.

I look around,
Fall to the ground,
The Bigots, The Hypocrites and The Liars sometimes get me down.
Masters of the Proposition,
Kings of Ambition.
Hanging around at the gateway blocking out the light of God.
The say they hold the keys to the kingdom that they are the sun,
But that’s bull***** God don’t give pearls to swine,
Salvation is love and that’s for everyone.

I don’t care about economy, politics or astronomy
But it sure dose bother me see them try turn my loved ones into puppets.

And the fuse is burning
Can’t bear the load
Yes the fuse is burning
Its gonna Explode.




Copyright © Ppaul ... [ 2005-04-13 16:30:25]
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Re: The Fuse is Burning (User Rating: 1 )
by Cupid on Wednesday, 13th April 2005 @ 04:46:39 PM AEST
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Wow, Ppaul! This is fantastic! I see you used a good way to let out your anger. Through poetry I mean.
I see some spelling errors, but that is wiped out by the fact that this is a great poem. A rap even.
I can see this as an inspirational rap-type song.
Once again, this is fantastic! Keep up the phenomenal work!




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