Too many times,
Too many lines,
Of written verse to tell.
My senses are screaming,
I'm tasting the smells.
The warm summer sun is distant it seems,
And still in my head I can feel the world scream.
There are people in power who aren't as they seem,
and those of us knowing,
can't let out a scream,
for we would all end up twisted and lamed,
by the power above us who won't take the blame.
Now listen my friends,
for time and again,
we hear of these myths;
we're told they are games,
but history has told,
that myths have some truth,
and all those who fall,
are the one's with the proof.
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Oh man, polotical conspiracies tend to overwhelm me; but lord knows they didn't appear out of thin air, eh? I agree though, if you stand out against what is so blatantly wrong you tend to get belittled and watched, and then you get shipped off and kept. Fun stuff, this world.
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mmm. I do like this poem, Very interesting, i agree with the fact that all of those will fall. How have you been keeping sunshine? miss you stax
Luv C
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Good to hear from you again, my old friend :-) I love the flow we must catch up some time
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This is good, but I get a bit confused with the last stanza.
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