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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I live in order to expose the lie The lie of self is shattered when I walk by, For I could never live up to your standard Under your selfish thumb... Now today I'm numb, Under your very selfish thumb... For I'm not some puppet on a string. Do you all know what I mean ? Yet I still can't put my finger on it, Still in front of us there lies a legacy of death... It smells like teen spirit We have no where to hide In order to deter the ride, Hence to hide from all the pain Yet we all tend to compromise, Can't we see through all those jealous lies... ? For today, who lay's the claim ? This greedy sabatoge can make one insane Yet who sets the claim ? Were only dealing in some bargain basement shame Such a soft reply, In order to build up enough faith This is in order to pass the ultimate test, The pathway that lies to the common restitution... Perhap's I should start a new found revolution Hence away from what you all learned in school No one can't find this in a bar or even in a pill To turn our backs on evolution Yet sin still comes at a heavy price, For one given chance at which to roll the dice... Still when a person is in great need Society today gets a bit greedy in order to watch one bleed Still the sharks prawl around in search of their meat, By sticking their sophisticated noses in the air Who the Hell would care, Those hot headed pricks lead many to despair
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