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By Sumit Singh

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

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June 29, 2006 04:47User

I like this poem...pretty interesting..