black sheep, by hidden
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upon my words
I choke
lifes a laugh
deaths a joke
look at him
pretty and lean
look at me
ugly and mean
the evil things
we say and do
all the pain
we put ourselves through
trust me
You'll see
all the things
you couldn't be
does it hurt?
to knwo what could have been
were you under vilgilant?
under kean?
truth is
we're living a delusion
theres nothing here
so draw your own conclusion
follow me
and know the real world
or sit back
stay out in the cold
you've been spoon fed lies
hypocracy and fascismn
a dictatorship
of a democracy
your life is one of many
the same things we humans do
sit down, watch the tele
wait for your life to be through
what is left
of this desolate place
we once called home
gone without a trace
follow me
because i know the way
You'll see yoru life
for what it is today
no more will you remain ignorant
for you shall know the truth
in your death
you shall find the infinate proof |
Posted: 2006-02-01 16:50:29 UTC |
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2006-02-09 20:01:01 | Faith |
You have a unique way with words... i like this poem. |