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Saturday, December 31, 2005


   the utopia
Immeresed in blood
The tender rose bud
Smashed glasses in the alleyway
You shattered her without dismay

Your existence is crued
Your more daring the Da Rude
The art you paint
Seems to tell a story that is taint

Windows are open gateways
That forget questions in expense
Sell your soul for hell`s doom days
You empty shell, can`t create repence

written in your mind
The laws that bind
Three simple rules
Stronger than joules

Weaving history in your automated memory
Leaving your master blind
Population mislead, robots declined

made of steel
your body has no heart
feeling things are dreams that seems real
listed on a barometer chart

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