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Notions of playing God

A moment in time
that we're all going to face
The moment of dying
where the soul becomes a space
And the tomb we've been living in
just a bloodied and torn case.

In a world of equal opportunity
we're headed towards the same fate.
No "You can stay" or "You can too",
no excuses for being late.
Just get in line, read the signs,
make the most of it while we wait.

And all illusions of grandeur
get lost somewhere along the way.
I thought that I was invinsible,
no dying for me, I would say.
Only Mister Reaper has other ideas
the Lotto will show him my number, one day.

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Written May 14th, 2004

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  • necrogrrl
    June 28, 2004
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    Well the quote is roughly that anyway hehe..

    FIGHT CLUB!

    xXx


  • mad-malteaser
    June 27, 2004
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    Hey sis, great to see you on here again! Thanks for all the comments. And err, you've got me thinking about that spelling now. Where's my dictionary?

    Err, where's that quote from?


  • necrogrrl
    June 26, 2004
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    Isn't "invinsible" spelt with a c? -> 'invincible'?

    Brilliant write this (= I was sure I'd commented on it.. then again, I've read all your stuff and don't always comment at that time so I probably just forgot to.

    It's very true.. we're all here just passing our time until it's up. I guess sometimes some things happen in our lives which make us realise that we are in fact going to die.

    "Until you realise you are going to die, you are nothing"

    Recognise this? (;


  • May 18, 2004
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    ohh i like the way you compare dying to the repear picking a lottery number, it is rather random, anyone can die at nay time no matter who they are and they can't stop it if it's their time, when their ticket is picked so to speak you can't turn the time back hehe
    but i guess, it would be boring if we lived forever no?
    you'd need a helluva plastic surgery too :|
    so it is kind of good this random dying thing, as long as you dont die too early!!


  • silica silver member
    May 16, 2004
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    A glance into the shadows… the truth is we are immortal until we die – a contradiction? No more than trying to imagine the lack of cognitive process after the demise of that which produces it. As to facing it – I for one, plan to be somewhere else!


  • TheMechanicalAngel
    May 14, 2004
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    awesome

    This was an awesome poem. It just serves to remind me that no matter what,Death is the ultimate equality,no matter age,innocence,or health,we all die. Its a great poem,and I loved the rhyme scheme,and the way it just flows so easily. Please continue writing great stuff.


  • King Bongmaster
    May 14, 2004
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    great

    How true everybody dies no regardless if they got a ten stall garage filled with Hummers and Mercedes Benzes or if they got no garage and they park on the street and drive a nineteen-eighty-four country squire with no exhaust. No matter what we all end up dead. Everybody wins that lotto huh. Nice poem I really liked it its one of those thought provoking pieces that makes you feel like nothing really matters all that much because in the end the results are the same, YOU DIE.

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