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Intense
written by xfadingmemoriesx06:47 AM 3/20/05That's life for you, they tell me,
that shitty thing you speak of.
I've seen things wrong in this world,
that people only dream of.
The end of the world is nearer than we think,
it's happening slowly everyday.
Mothers hating their daughters,
fathers long gone away.
Where is the love,
we had before?
Was it even real,
and how can we be sure?
Dead are rising,
look at the surgery tables.
Things happening,
once only in fables.
What is the meaning of life,
tell me the answer please.
I'm sick of fighting something that can't be fought,
but better to fight than end up on my knees.
If you can say there's no such thing as evil,
then you can too say there's no such thing as love.
Looking around, I'd have to believe you,
or at least there's not enough.
When evil conquers,
all things great.
It's safe to assume,
there's only hate.
And when we show hate,
we throw away common sense.
As was our history,
our future will be ten times more intense. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by (guest) (3-23-2005 - 06:24 AM)
| Your a talented writer. I've tried millions of times to write something like that but it never seems to come out right. |
by dancingrooster08 (3-26-2005 - 02:04 AM)
| Wow, that's really, really great. It's written beautifully.
erika. |
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