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Purple PuppyPurple Puppy Posts: 149
It's okay if you want to hold me and hold me in disdain. Maybe this is the pain you owed me. O but it's a strain to feel you loathe me and not hate you because you stone me. O what the people say doesn't matter any way. I know what I am and I'm going the right way. O what the people say shattered today. I go not the easy way. I am what I am. It's okay if you want to scorn and call me a fool. I studied in your schools. They bored me. One day what you pay me will come back to you. And what you thought was a lie, you'll see if it is true. O it is true what I say. Don't follow their wicked ways, these people are in ruins. Do what they do and be enslaved, their master is insane and so would be you. Go your own way, I say; you know what's right for you. Light your own way be brave; I am here with you. If you don't like the present let it be the past; all the rich to me are peasants, they will be the last. I honor kindness it is true bravery. Maybe you won't mind this; save a prayer for me. I have known blindness it has tormented me, but all through this I thought that I could see. I have known bliss and for it you abhor me; this is not a crime, this is a tragedy. We have a sickness, a virus, a disease. It doesn't make our heads to hurt or make us cough or sneeze. It cuts us off from our very souls; hardens are hearts makes them black like coals. What is this ailment? Think about it, please. It was born in the mind that's the only way it leaves. O, what the people say doesn't bother me today. Most of them have lost their souls, as the prophets said in days of old.
Signed it, grind it.
Corroding and foreboding.
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  • Purple PuppyPurple Puppy Posts: 149
    O, what the people say; how much does it weigh? Most of them have lost their souls, as the prophets said in days of old.
    Signed it, grind it.
    Corroding and foreboding.
  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    good writing
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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