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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required NO FREEDOM FOUND FOR FOOLS The three of us knew what we were doing We also knew what we were doing was wrong What we didn’t know was that trouble was brewing But numbers made us all feel strong We came and went within a wisp of woefulness And had been sent by the satanic, manic and the panic stricken Struck by bad luck and misbegotten memories Locked in by a breeze beleaguered by torturous torment Three thugs who dug their own graves Holed up in canyons and caves And laying in wait for the wails of wayward children Friends foolish enough to follow us into the hollowness of haughtiness We were earning little, learning little and yearning for a lot Predicted to win Addicted to sin Afflicted by gin Dope was our dogma Pills were our pillar Confusion became our killer Selfishness our savior Manifested by a maniacal master Propaganda was our pastor And a beast became our priest Madness was our minister Soiled by the sinister Our keeper was the grim reaper Death was our declaration of dependence The irrational was irrigated by the ill-fated Harangued by those we hated Berated by those we deemed deplorable bastards And led by those we loved But missions too often lead to a mistaken belief And brethren lives become all too brief Heathens headed for hell Minions of misery Misled by misfortune And a brotherhood of blood born from falsehoods Apostles of an apocalypse Disciples of destruction An ordinance pain would ordain An affiliation of the afflicted A congregation of the conflicted Violence was the venue for vindictiveness Skewered by skepticism And charismatic craziness While being led by laziness Convicted, constricted, restricted, and indicted by insanity Devalued by vanity Born to break the boundaries And border on disorder Endangered by strangers Anointed by the anonymous Bested and molested by the malevolent While we vied with the violent Bitter to the glitter of glamor Enamored by the enormity of envy And envious of the energy we lacked Struggling with stagnation And empty of empathy Three who fled from mediocrity Only to be hated for our hypocrisy Three including me Who believed we could be free But found that only fools can flee and find freedom by the formation of insignificant information We three knew not to where we were headed With no crystal ball or tarot cards to read Declared as devious devils and the dreaded While dying inside from every deleterious deed © 2012….PHREEPOETREE ~.free cee!~
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