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Discussion in 'The Lounge' started by Resurrection_Joe, Sep 25, 2006.
Nonsense. You and me. You first.
Your life is a slaughterhouse of ideals
I smell Susie when I lick under there...
Peanut butter brings back timeless memories of childhood, much like cartridge casings, and cordite
Like hardboiled effluence from shiney bold shoulders...
I saw seventeen men go up on that ridge, two came back, one survived, one was never the same
My familiarity with obscurity covets my neglect of want...
I need only to see the end to begin the beginning.
My impassionate embrace of duty relegates my natural impulses to second tiered listlessness
I have seen stars, and I have seen love, they both go on forever, and they both can burn you up
your lethargy begets impunity...
Your frivolity imbues you with a incandecent glow of spirits, in both senses
These things I know are true, impurity and ugliness, perfect will never be..
The combined effect of long neglect, and abuse, have left me tired
I recollect, and I collect, pain from each shot I've fired
It's great reward, those spirits soared, and what was thier salvation?
A man, a plan, a gun in hand, and an entire violent nation.
With every day more broken pain, I can no longer stand,with that thought ,I do command, my worthless bones to mend...
Countless days and nights went by, I kept seeing the same thing
A gallery of images rotating in a ring
What one thing triggered the action of the different beings
Did they just stop seeing? ...or did they see different things?
I have little with my much and so I suffer from minor much...
With this I do act, upon this I do act, and act I do, upon this, true, and how will you react?
Thats a fact jack....
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