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Tuesday, May 31, 2005


Rhymes
Good evening;
Now that the trials running, so far and so fast in such a little time. Decietfull lies are screamed, well is that not the truth? Following everything, everything except what we need to see. Blinded by indignity. Hello!
Do you not see your running, running out of such little timeing. Pleasing till the likes of you is diminished. Freedom the Jury speaks. But only one is free. Guilty with out reason there is no one who can save a faulty lier, teller of the truth, the truth has never set you free.


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Caution do not enter. The sirens screaming in my ears. Let me walk along this once forgotten path. The sickness came so swiftly, tearing families apart. First there came the fever as the puppet master danced upon his throne. Just another pawn his own strings danced with in his palms. Writhing in his own disease caused by his own neglectful nature. Betrayed by his own controls, the rope tightened around his flesh. And in the Darkness Rotted away to release his grip on sickness. So much sickness

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Dance for me my puppet let me confide in you my fear. When I have one trust in no other. Yet your tied so close so near. Drive you crazy, does it taunt you. Rocking back and forth speaking to the empty space beside you. Medication has failed once again. Tearing out your hair and sown your lips shut. Jusr ro stop the voices, but they continued to emit. Was it another lost soul or was it just your mind. Have you lost your sanity, or rather gone insane. Drive you crazy, does it taunt you like it does me each and every day?

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Its this thing called life that drives me crazy every day. Theres nothing else to say. Nothing I can say. Strayed off the right path nore times than I could count, but some how I fixed all my problems. Or so I was led to believe. But every mind decieves. So listen to these words grasp them tightly to your ears, the blood that is not pure is that which is not spilled. So close your eyes to the light that is not shed from the sun itself Itsself and light alone, the darkness bids you to it as to save you from the blindness.

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let your soul be freed by the evil and malevolence within... Let your soul ride free with care and hope, only one truth shall go on... but no one knows which one will.
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I have discovered the meaning of life, and I will share it with you...
The meaning of life is to live.
Its quite simple really ask if you want an explination lol...
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Im off to see the meat grinder the wonderfull meat grinder of all.

ttfn!

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