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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When ya pissin in the wind and a hurricane blows and driftin too far drownin deep in a sea of woes When feet of clay crumble from under ya weight and ya drink to forget but ya know it’s too late And ya wanna vent but it’s better ya don’t and ya wanna leave but ya know you won’t Ya suck it up and try to be a better man and substitute reality with anythin ya can And ya no longer fear and no longer care and ya look in the mirror and wonder who’s there And the dogs of time are howlin at the moon and ya feel such that you’ll be joinin them soon And that silence ya hear means nothin at all and ya feel like another brick in the wall And that road ya travellin is aimless and long and it’s paved with sh-it and has been all along It sucks that mortal men burn in a flamin pit when church and state call but don’t deserve it And enemies ya see aren’t what ya led to believe and the fabric of truth is a dense tangled weave And the newspaper ya read is a propaganda page and the media distorts what news it doesn’t stage And a crisis of ignorance takes a frightenin toll and that scream you hear comes from your soul And the winds of war blow just like they used to for the storms are gatherin but what am I to do And the medicine ya take has blood on its hands and it ain’t to cure you but no one understands It’s only then ya realise that everythin ya love is dyin and it’s then ya ask yourself what’s the use in tryin And that fork in the road lays just up ahead and ya wanna go straight but ya veer instead But the clock’s tickin upon the midnight hour and the taste of death is both sweet and sour Alas do what you must for it is not well to exist when the sum of all things are too much to resist Written: February 1996
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