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Post by remainsane on Jun 17, 2008 17:39:45 GMT -5
No sound can be found as the deaf man frowned The blind seek sight in there plight to see the light The dumb has won a champion of the unspoken Diseases spread with ease of sneeze we breathe
No cure as the sore battle a lost at cost war The weak incomplete retreat in the face of defeat Another tale cries the streets soon will be obsolete
Killing inhumane destroying the lands terrain Always someone else to blame never are own name Polluting for loot ant sharing lands fruit the evil of all root We age with such pace a race we chase to the end of days All a waste the only finish place for all is a fall from grace
Heartache and pain we each are given just for living Grieving start seeing feel cheated within a loveless being
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Post by aiden on Dec 22, 2010 6:35:26 GMT -5
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