Crushed and conquered

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By Loneliness is condescending •

We travel so far with no words matching thoughts scattered village presented in decaying time I know this to be a lie but I will seek this for the truth suffering displace Upon the pedestal our wicked minds lap it up tossing coins to watch them turn a trick I’m weeping bitter tears of another time the one that’s only whispered of a time our savoir put to rest long ago lessons never put to heart as bloodied tears take my face I see it all take place again to the laughing sneering crowd

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July 26, 2006 04:09lost the lonely dead

i kinda like this one the message seems sincere and i dunno its good though *thumb up*