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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required you hear voices through the veins of unearthed societal rampage a whole host of angels driving us forward filtered through the solace of my mind the tempter deals in the fade to black notion of reality we swerve to release are final testament eyes today with spots having holes living by sight viscous long hanging fangs that bite dripping blood off side we embrace the arts only as a filter for are own selfish agenda lines are being dram in the sand when will we ever live to understand the grass withers and the clouds will fade still I feel I'm a stick in the mud with no love although it may appear that way on the outside I choose to run away hide in my vast dreams with kings & queens block the silence from my fragile egg shelled mind the crucifix is for those who are willing to tast faith's reality as they live in a land of make believe through the vast correlation of a dream where people scream drawn out the silence with a bit of violence only to bask in the vast expanse between space & time why does one equate logic for free for I shed a tear to numb the pain not having love in my heart is driving me insane like life in the fast lane we have come this close not to turn back now can't ever let go when your hands on the plow still I feel I'm a stick in the mud sweeping things under the rug life gives you a shove inside we hide behind four walls that bind its the bling leaders of the blind although at times I feel as a social outcast but that soon will pass through a variation in a dream you can draw people in wearing decorated masked a face filled with laughing gas you may think your having a blast by not fearing the reaper but your day will certainly come the books will be opened the verdict will be read for the walking dead a challenge to be free is a question of time my one solution is using my mind living on the edge and its going to my head sitting up at night all alone in bed following the rainbow to the sky I see a vision of you pass me by Our war were in is almost over its hard to believe I lost my lover but soon you will discover the notion of madness ensues what hurts you the most is it in pain
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