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Life is a mystery,
a chronology marked
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I awoke from a dream, upon my lips, a silent scream.
I know the reason for my distress, it's you who cause
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I look upon the body
that once pro
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Often I get frustrated over the way things are in relation to the way they should be. This is a representation of that frustration and the
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When I see clouds, I see the breath of life carried upon the wind.
When I see rain, I see tears.
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If God visited the US Capital, could he find one just man?
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When first we met, I marveled at your flawless flesh;
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It is alone in a field deviod of comforting color. Surrounded by a sea of incongruous behavior chocking life from sparse recollection.
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Not one step closer, closer to the edge,
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When I look at you, I am what I see.
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The force of power
forceful of great impact
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Nudity,
unfriendly on those coldest nights
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As a whistle produced by free blowing wind, a harmonious awakening,
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I live upon a once pure land
from beyond the atmosphere
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Alcoholism, the pariah
feeding on the collapse
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Greatness is defined vy vision transcribed into reality;
setting the sum of all thoughts in motion.
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Every mans dream
afraid to approach
by Mac McGovern
20 lines, 3 comments,
on Oct 18 11:48 PM 2008
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I believe in God.
I believe because, to not believe is not an option.
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I am all alone, yet there is a presence,
a strong, soothing sensation blankets.
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Why do we believe the death penalty is not a deterrent to capital crime? According to the Death Penalty Information Center, Over 3000 inmates reside on death row in t
by Mac McGovern
39 lines, 2 comments,
on Jun 25 11:46 PM 2008
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America, why did you stray,
parents unable to discipline,
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America why did you stray from the old way, A constitution put forth,
the foundation of our land,
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by Mac McGovern
2 lines, 2 comments,
on Jun 14 10:18 PM 2008
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I am not a saint, nor am I the Devil.
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The sea is angry,
huge waves attack,
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Daydreaming sets us free,
free to do anything,
by Mac McGovern
18 lines, 4 comments,
on May 27 10:26 PM 2008
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Little grows in this famished land,
its sad song eerily carried upon the wind,
by Mac McGovern
22 lines, 10 comments,
on May 27 9:50 PM 2008
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A symbol of respect, pride, and strength,
not to be ruffeled, wadded, or soiled,
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Pain and suffering endured giving lifelove and happiness env
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In the badlands one glorious day,
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