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Timeless Pleasures Surround Us

A giddy grin escapes the persecutor of demise A giddy smile comes from those who do not sign They laugh at you when no ones around They poke and play games without a sound Keep it high and keep it down Up and all around Fake the way we laugh at you Seeing ever so deeply, Right through you You can’t decide if it was fun You can’t decide, maybe It was just one One and only, while lost and homely Despicable and descript able, Your ways are to me Numbers all one through a hundred A million more and a million less The lesser shall make their tombs with ease While seeking a dream that does no appease To me, while we fight alone On the battle field of hate Poking and spitting on a carcass of meat Seething right through, To another date, Of misery Inside the diary, We find devotion so true Devotion so void, And yet, Un attuned The smiles hide secrets deeper than meaning While we seek for a world, In utter de meaning It plants a foot inside your doorway And lends a hand to another way to foreplay Rejoice in the fact that it has come to an end Rejoice in the fact that we have no friends Make a decision and you will always regret, The way it comes and goes all around us Make a world of tiny grains of sets While lying to yourself about a heaven so blessed Factory workers seek comfort in suicide Growing old is just another name for dieing Plant a flower for the world of today And plant a tree juts to say, Rebellion Rebellion in the streets of chaos Chaos is the sweet, sweet sound of rain Thunders swift violently through the mindless And our minds will swiftly decay, By one piece to the next And another to top the best Soothing sounds have lost their pleasures And a child has lost its sweater Alone in the streets they will come for you Picking you off two to one Lies of a rose fallen in black Signing your name to another death contract, Yet in the same, your will blame… More on us And less to bless Seek comfort in wisdom and pleasures Seeking comfort in a dieing feather, Burning away to lost decay Just another day to play, All for just one more day

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 5/14/2011 2:11:00 PM
Yes as it been from the beginning , young folks and fools dying to to die , and old folks with rememberance a memory of the young dead!
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