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there was that silent approach of death
 than there was killer's way of wrath
they took their stride to justify the pain
 to put their existance and meaning, well mannered in chain
and the ignorance of world still continues
 the intellectual giants and arguements, they refuse
and world of people with ideas all profuse
 with little mind, set themselves to confuse
and the crucified god was created, in doldrum
 hoping to find a way of living, if not
hoping for the next to come
Posted: 2005-10-06 10:01:58 UTC

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2006-06-29 04:47:28User
I like this poem...pretty interesting..